Dom13 posted the below in the comments yesterday and it really resonated with me. This is what you’re buying when you buy a ticket. If you’re just there for 108 wins, well I feel bad that you cheat yourself out of life’s experiences.
Here’s Dom:
My Dad took me to my first Mets game in the summer of 1977, and I sat with him in an empty ballpark watching a real bad baseball team. Now 34 years later I intend this year to introduce my 4 year old daughter to Citi Field and a Mets game this coming season, and quite probably it will be an empty ballpark watching a real bad baseball team. I agree with Shannon, it’s about reclaiming youth. I don’t remember the score from that game in 1977, I couldn’t even tell you who won to be honest. My fondest memory of that day is the cheap plastic toy Mets bullpin cart my Dad bought me, you know the golf cart with the Mets hat on it. I want to introduce her to what made me happy as a kid, give her a taste of what I enjoyed with my Father in the end that’s what it’s really about the wins and losses are secondary especially when you see the awe in your daughters face when she sees a ballpark for the first time. I can’t wait to see that.
