September 27, 2008

Day 271/366

Today Pete and I went to the second to last game at Shea Stadium, vs. the Florida Marlins. It was bound to be an exciting game to begin with (they had to win to stay in the playoff race, our ace pitcher volunteered to pitch on short rest) but the weekend's forecast of rain rain rain threw an extra monkeywrench into the plans. But Pete was game, even with the potential of sitting in the rain for three hours, and boy am I glad we were undaunted by the forecast, because other than a 45 minute delay, the game went off without a hitch. Johan Santana was a fucking hero and the stadium was electric, yelling and screaming (and maybe a little jumping up and down on my part). We ate hot dogs and sausage and peppers, and had beers and the Mets won and Santana pitched a complete game shutout. What a game. It's Sunday as I write this, and by now I know that Saturday's game was the last ever WIN at Shea Stadium. Even though the Mets didn't even make the playoffs in the end, I'm so glad I got to go back to Shea one last time. It's only been a few years since I became a complete diehard fan, but being there, with other crazy Mets fans remains one of the coolest things there is.