(Not So)Amazin’ Mets

When talking about being outdoors there’s nothing more quintessential than America’s pastime during the dog days of summer in the evening. I recently went to my first Mets game ever and it was coincidentally the longest subway ride I had taken. I had been wanting to go to a Mets game for a while and the opportunity finally presented itself. It was a Friday night so it was fireworks night as well which is always fun. Instead of dealing with the hassle of tolls and traffic and parking I decided to just park in Hoboken and take the subway all the way to Queens. One path line, a couple transfers, and a little over an hour later I was at my destination. Willets Point Citi Field. Funny enough it would have taken me just about as long by car considering the traffic and parking situation. Any I pop down to the front entrance with only a few innings missed and I see the big Shea Stadium Apple staring me in the face and the next thing I see is a guy with a bag making a full sprint from a couple cops. I assume he stole something from the gift shop but the first rule of NYC is “If you see something. No you didn’t”. So as a police cruiser started pursuit I did the same and persued a spot in line. Considering I was late it was a breeze getting through security and into the venue. I stopped at the club store and bought a hat then made my way up to the concourse. I grabbed a $7 Brat and a $15 Bud Light and proceeded to my seat. Well the “were” my seats anyway. There was a group of friends, one of which, happened to be in my seat. I wasn’t concerned because it was already the fourth inning and there was a mostly empty row behind them so I just plopped down to enjoy the spectacle. And by spectacle I mean the absolute travesty of the 2023 Mets. Steve Cohen spent $300 Million in payroll for a wasted year but I just spent $15 dollars for a mid tier beer so I’d call that a wash. Around the seventh inning or so the previously thought free real estate I was in weren’t actually so free. A guy and who I assume are his three sons showed up and I had to move back again. The game was basically over at that point so I had no qualms with this. The game ends and spoiler alert the Mets lost. The pigeon that flew onto the field got more reaction out of the crowd than the team did. The fireworks show was really cool though and with that I made my way back to Jersey. Once in Hoboken I decided to meander and take in the sights and sounds of the town. The sights of tipsy pizza orders and sound of pee splattering against an alley wall and of course the smell of the Hudson River, or what’s decaying in it anyway, and I myself decided to have a slice as well. As I wrapped up eating a car passed by and someone yelled out the window “How’s the pizza??” to  which I replied “Delicious!” which elicited from the a sort of howl. It wasn’t so much a wolf howling at the moon but I suppose the moon hit her eye like a pizza pie. Which is honestly probably close enough.