Well. that wasn’t the plan.
For those of you who have never made the trip on the 7 to Shea before, it really is quite the experience. There are the regulars who make the trip whenever they head to Shea sitting next to the people who get on and ask if “this goes to Shea?” I’ve only made the trip a couple of times but I’ve always been lucky enough to be in a car full of diehards who know just as much about the Mets as I do.
On a good day it takes roughly 40 minutes to get from Times Square to Shea on the 7. With Citi Field under construction and parking limited, not to mention the hell known as “driving in New York during rush hour,” the train is by far the best option. If you’re lucky enough to get a seat and a car that isn’t too packed then the air conditioning makes the 40 minute-trip a comfortable ride.
Thinking back I shouldn’t have been so surprised at the time, but I was amazed at how many people there were wearing Cubs’ uniforms on the train. It’s easy to forget with the resurgence of Boston fans (see “bandwagon”) just how popular the Cubs really are. Trust me. By the end of the evening we all heard just how many of them made the trip to Shea.
Nothing quiets a crowd quite like the home team giving up runs in the first. It was clear from the beginning that John Maine didn’t have his best stuff and the possibility for a long night was growing with every at-bat. It didn’t help that the Mets’ roller coaster offense had once again dipped into their “we can’t bring home runners that are in scoring position” phase.
“The Maine Event” left after giving up three runs through five, which wasn’t horrible considering how off he looked. Lefty Scott Schoeneweis came on to pitch the sixth and things went from bad to “let’s hit the concession stand before they stop serving beer.” Scho gave up a one-out single to the portly Chicago pitcher Carlos Zambrano and would eventually load the bases.
At this point I’d like to point out exactly where our seats were located. We were in the mezzanine right over home plate, roughly eight rows up. A perfect view of the entire ballpark. From here you could see Scho groove one right over the heart of the plate to Aramis Ramirez.
There are times in sports where everybody has the same reaction all at once. When Ramirez made contact with Scho’s 0-2 pitch and crushed it somewhere in the nosebleeds out in left the Met faithful at Shea let out a groan that was probably heard miles down the road. As several people in our section headed towards the nearest exit Em and I decided to sit and watch the onslaught. Dad always taught me to “never leave a game early.” Thanks, pops.
I expected writing about this to be slightly more fun, but a 10-1 shellacking will take the fun out of things rather quickly. I’m heading back to Shea on Friday for game one of the Subway Series. Hopefully that goes better, because I couldn’t stomach a beating at the hands of that team from the Bronx.
To somewhat brighten my spirits the Baby Bulls appear to have decided to play some basketball. It’s about time, boys. I don’t know why they’re doing this to me. I fully expect them to lay an egg at home in game six. Take the Pistons in a double-digit victory. Prove me wrong, Chicago.
In yesterday’s blog I wrote how disappointed I was that I would be missing the Detroit-Anaheim game. I picked the Red Wings to bounce back but I didn’t foresee them dominating the game on the road. No matter what anybody from the Ducks will say, the Red Wings are in Anaheim’s head now.
Can somebody explain to me the virtue of putting the belt on Edge only to have him lose to HBK in his “last” match on Raw? We get it, WWE. Smackdown is the “B” show. Thanks for the reminder. Meanwhile TNA Sacrifice is getting great reviews such far. I may have to watch it sometime this week.
I’m loving this “writing while at the office” thing I have going on here. My boss probably doesn’t though. Oh well.
I’ll be back Saturday with my Subway Series blog and I may even make an appearance beforehand. As always comments, questions, and blog-naming suggestions are appreciated.