I gotta admit I was starting to believe the perfecto was going to happen or I wouldn’t have taken this picture. I also texted home to get Junior in front of a TV (a message I learned this morning was never delivered by Mommy.)
There were hints of 1985 Gooden in the crowd. That’s no small praise from me. Harvey isn’t Frank Viola or R.A. Dickey throwing a good one. He just looked Better last night.
At times when I watched that big powerful delivery I even thought of – dare I say it – no I don’t dare, but he was on the 1983 Mets.
It’s hard to truly be 1983 Gooden in a stadium filled with “23,000” people in the park (most must have never gotten off the Shake Shack line). The place was empty man.
I have no become accustomed to having my own personal row. And it’s not like I have bad seats. But I always have the row to myself. Last night there was a lone interloper who dates sit 5 seats away from me!
Jokes aside, if that’s the best they can do on a warm night with Harvey on the mound then the Mets really have chased off the fanbase.
The scoreboard stupidity (and its social media cousin) seems to have stopped. There weren’t any silly nicknames to be seen – and the Mets are now posting tweets from fans on the board between innings. I’ve seen that done in other parks and I think it works really well.
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As you look out the window and see rain please remember the White Sox never come back to Queens. They will play.