Wow That Sucked
Opening Day's are just supposed to work out.
Not this one.
The Mets failures are no mystery. The lineup without Alou is thin of power at the bottom. Delgado's ding dong, one second after AFOMG whispered to me: 'I don't think this guy will ever go yard again," was a very nice surprise. But turning on Jamie Moyer's 82 mph junk is not what concerns scouts, unfortunately. And then there is the pen.
2006 seems like so long ago. Feliciano, Bradford, Heilman, Sanchez. That pen just never blew leads. Teams win from the back.
But it wasn't the game that had me feeling different. It was getting out to Shea for the first time since last opening day.
I had scene some 70-80 games live since last year, but all in the confines of new modern parks on the other side of our country, none at my beloved Shea: A place, that I'm sad to say, is falling apart.
Getting into the stadium was impossible. There were 4 ushers frisking the 5,000 people waiting to get into my gate.
The concession stands forgot to have concessions. The hot dogs and pretzels were cold, they were out of ice and straws.
Bathroom lines went from home plate to Center field.
I'm no diva. But this was kind of sad. $35 for a ticket in the upper deck should have gotten me more than this. (It was $6 back in 1996)
But then there she was, sitting in the backdrop of left field. Good old Citi Field.
I'm still not sure how I feel about the new stadium. Shea might be a dump, but it's my dump. Some of my fondest memories have been at the park and I'm not sure that change is always a good thing, even if it means a more comfortable seat.
Still, Citi Field is the Kate Hudson to Shea's cast of Hairspray.
She looks beautiful, clean, modern and elegant, While our beloved Shea falls apart.
It's way too early to say anything about the 2008 season. But early signs are definitely a little grayer than many of us had hoped. Which makes the sight of Citi Field somewhat comforting.
2009 will be a season of "Change." (Insert Political Joke Here).
Finally a fresh start in a fresh home for a franchise that for my entire life, I have expected to lose.
In my mind, I see the closing of Shea like the end of the Major League. If this is it for the old girl, if no matter what she is gone after this season, then there is only one thing left to do:
"Win the whole fucking thing."
Vaya,
Sip
(Pics courtesy of mlbroadtrip.com and timeinc.com)
Not this one.
The Mets failures are no mystery. The lineup without Alou is thin of power at the bottom. Delgado's ding dong, one second after AFOMG whispered to me: 'I don't think this guy will ever go yard again," was a very nice surprise. But turning on Jamie Moyer's 82 mph junk is not what concerns scouts, unfortunately. And then there is the pen.
2006 seems like so long ago. Feliciano, Bradford, Heilman, Sanchez. That pen just never blew leads. Teams win from the back.
But it wasn't the game that had me feeling different. It was getting out to Shea for the first time since last opening day.
I had scene some 70-80 games live since last year, but all in the confines of new modern parks on the other side of our country, none at my beloved Shea: A place, that I'm sad to say, is falling apart.
Getting into the stadium was impossible. There were 4 ushers frisking the 5,000 people waiting to get into my gate.
The concession stands forgot to have concessions. The hot dogs and pretzels were cold, they were out of ice and straws.
Bathroom lines went from home plate to Center field.
I'm no diva. But this was kind of sad. $35 for a ticket in the upper deck should have gotten me more than this. (It was $6 back in 1996)
But then there she was, sitting in the backdrop of left field. Good old Citi Field.
I'm still not sure how I feel about the new stadium. Shea might be a dump, but it's my dump. Some of my fondest memories have been at the park and I'm not sure that change is always a good thing, even if it means a more comfortable seat.
Still, Citi Field is the Kate Hudson to Shea's cast of Hairspray.
She looks beautiful, clean, modern and elegant, While our beloved Shea falls apart.
It's way too early to say anything about the 2008 season. But early signs are definitely a little grayer than many of us had hoped. Which makes the sight of Citi Field somewhat comforting.
2009 will be a season of "Change." (Insert Political Joke Here).
Finally a fresh start in a fresh home for a franchise that for my entire life, I have expected to lose.
In my mind, I see the closing of Shea like the end of the Major League. If this is it for the old girl, if no matter what she is gone after this season, then there is only one thing left to do:
"Win the whole fucking thing."
Vaya,
Sip
(Pics courtesy of mlbroadtrip.com and timeinc.com)
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