Citi Field has one thing Shea never had. “The hang.”
Around the 6th inning or so of Saturday’s blowout, Media Goon suggested we take a walk. So we did. We hit a store or two and then went and socialized on the bridge.
That’s something we never did at Shea. There was nowhere to go.
Maybe you’d visit Casey’s 37 (which wasn’t all that to visit) but that was in.
There was no hang at Shea.
You’d sneak down as far as you could go but that was it. You didn’t go anywhere, you didn’t meet anyone.
Citi Field has the bridge and centerfield. You can go see who is there. It’s not a place to meet, it’s a place to be met.
I felt quite at home on Saturday. It has taken four-plus seasons, but it’s settling in. Eventually the memories will come. They are starting to roll in. Johan, Dickey, a pair of Banner Days, Harvey…days with my boy. He told me he didn’t remember Shea. Citi Field is his stadium.
It’s starting to feel like home.
One of the reasons that I enjoy Citi as well, the ability to wander a bit when I get tired of sitting.