Taking your boy to see your favorite team is a win, no matter what else happens. But the day turned out to have a bunch of victories.
I had never been to Citi Field but had seen it completed when attending a game at Shea Stadium six years ago. Poor Shea, sitting in the shadow of its much bigger, much nicer looking sibling. Shea has since been put out of its misery, making way for a parking lot.
Getting to Citi Field from Connecticut was easy, on this day. In the photo above from R-L is my friend Rodney Diggs, his son Caden, my son Jack and me.
We arrived at the park, and though we were starving, decided to find our seats first. We made our way through the main concourse, which has a million food options and is open to the seating area, offering a great view of the field while you’re looking for that dog and a beer.
That’s not where our seats were located, however. So we went up and up and up and up, all the time worried that we’d have to head back down to find some good food options. We arrived at the 400 level, and to our pleasant surprise, there was another concourse behind the seating area — complete with many food options and Big Apple Brews, a stand that offers over 20 types of beer.
And our seats were great. Sitting in the front row of the promenade level felt at lot like sitting in upper deck boxes at Wrigley — not quite hanging over the field like that but pretty close. And the seats had another added benefit for my son and his buddy — jets coming in close on their way to LaGuardia. After the game, when I asked Jack what his favorite part of the day was he voted for the planes. Oh well, someday it will be the baseball.
He’s 4, so the planes make sense, as does ice cream. A couple of scoops in a plastic commemorative cap, that’s a win. So it cost $575, what can you do? It’s a special day.
And none of it was wasted, as you can see.
It was cap giveaway day, and we stashed the Mets caps they gave us to take home and use while mowing the lawn or fixing a sewer line. And then I look up and my son, my son who had been telling everyone that he was a Cubs fan, was wearing the Mets cap. The few Cubs fans in our section even noticed and asked what happened. I said he’d be grounded for a month.
With Jake Arrieta dealing and the Cubs winning 1-0 late in the game, Jack even turned the cap inside-out, rally style. The Mets fan next to me said, “That’s got to hurt you inside a little.” “Yeah,” I said, “more than a little.”
I then proceeded to talk to that guy about Cubs prospects and the future of the Mets for 20 minutes — nice guy. And I noticed that Jack had passed out.
The Cubs gave up the tying run in the eighth on a Curtis Granderson single, and I’m glad that Jack was sleeping on me, so I had to restrain myself. After Pedro Strop fell behind 3-0 why the heck wouldn’t he just walk the only guy in that lineup who could actually hurt you? Right? Right? First base was open. Pitch to the Lagares guy that even Mets fans haven’t heard of.
Whatever, I’ve said before that I’m not sure about Rick Renteria handling pitchers, and this was just another example.
Anyway, Starlin Castro hit a homer in the top of the ninth to put the Cubs up 2-1. I’d say that he saved the day, but that wouldn’t be accurate. It would have been a great day no matter what the result on the field.
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