>Surprisingly I don’t feel awful about the Mets. Maybe because it wasn’t 7 – 0 after one inning. Maybe because I knew that after watching this club everyday I knew that when it mattered they didn’t have a guy who could get the big out or the big hit.
Maybe because like I have said before – the ceremony afterwards made me forget about the collapse for a few minutes and bask in the glow of memories of going to Shea these past years. I saw a ton of games at Shea, I worked there as a vendor. I will miss it and look back on it as an old friend.
You could see the field from almost every seat, you knew that on a hot day you’d get a breeze off the bay, the knishes were good and when the game was over you could shoot down the ramps and get going in a reasonable amount of time. Or not leave right away but instead sit with friends a long time after a game in 1987 and curse the name of Terry Pendleton for taking McDowell deep. Now that game still hurts.
The ceremony helped heal the hurt. Seaver and Piazza pitching and catching and taking the slow walk out to center?? Great stuff – made Sports Illustrated in a great pic this week.
Who am I kidding, I’ll be back watching them again next year. Omar has already said some annoying things (keep Pedro?), I am already worried that Santana’s knee won’t be ready on February 20th. The worst thing about it is that the winter will be a week longer without them to worry and fuss over.
