Game 7 - Mets Home Opener
Mets 5 - Blue Jays 0
Record 4-3
The personal odometer ticked past 50 earlier this year and in celebration of that my better half gifted me with tickets to the Mets home opener for the whole family. She is clearly a keeper.
Living in DC, I don’t make it to as many games in Queens as I had in the past. 2008 was the high water mark where my ex wife (henceforth to be called Voldemort in this space) and I had season tickets. I made it to at least part of 61 games at Shea that year. The current, and much improved, Mrs. Marls and I try to make a few Met games a year and take our daughter to at least one game. However, this was our little one’s first time to a Met home game.
At six years old, Claire’s fandom is really just beginning. She has been going to games since she was a baby but it was not until last season’s playoff run that she really started watching games with dad and rooting for the Mets. Yesterday was her first game as a “fan” and it was fun just being along for the ride.
We took the Long Island Rail Road to the game from my hometown (staying with grandma). Even on the suburban platform there was opening day buzz. Claire was excited to see so many people in Mets gear giving EVERY one a “let’s go Mets” as she walked by. In related news, Uncle Steve may be close to paying off Soto’s first year salary via merchandise - the number of 22 shirts and jerseys was staggering.
Arriving at the ballpark, we paid our respects to the original Home Run Apple and made our way through the carnival like atmosphere outside the stadium.
Beers, chicken fingers, and lemonade secured we landed in our seats in time for the pregame festivities. In true NY fashion, every member of the Blue Jays, including assistant coaches and training staff were booed, except for Vladdy Jr. who got a rousing ovation in a clear effort to woo the pending free agent.
Along with higher payroll, Cohen’s ownership has brought a clear improvement to game day operations. The production value and quality of ALMOST* everything they do is an improvement over the old regime. Team intros, anthem, and first pitch by Al Leiter, John Franco, & Bartolo Colon were no exception.
With that, the game got underway. After a leadoff double in the first by Claire’s favorite, Frankie Lindor, the stadium was rocking for Soto’s first Met at bat at home. Juan popped up but Pete kept up his hot hitting with a wind aided blast to right. 2-0 good guys.
Tylor Megill was sharp for 5 and a third with a little help from Reed Garrett after back to back walks in the 6th. In the bottom of the 6th, the Metsies stretched the lead to 4-0 courtesy of a walk to Lindor, doubles by Soto and Nimmo. Marte made it a partay with sac fly to make it 5-0. The crowd was in a festive mood and Claire joined into numerous rounds of “let’s go Mets” and “Pete A-lon-zo” 👏 👏 👏 👏 👏. When Lindor caught a pop up off the bat of Will Wagner (son of the former Met closer, Billy), she asked if we could come back tomorrow. Happy dad achievement, unlocked.
It was a tight 2:38 minute affair with the Mets winning 5-0 on a day where we celebrated my 50th trip around the sun. The company and result were perfect.
*The Mets have introduced a mascot race this year with 5 costumed characters representing each of the five boroughs. Queens is represented by a subway car, Brooklyn by a slice of pizza, the Bronx by a slovenly giraffe (think Toys R Us Geoffrey in a marinara stained wife beater), Manhattan by a skyscraper, and Staten Island by a tug boat looking thing that is supposed to be a ferry. Queens unsurprisingly won the inaugural race after a boastful Bronx fell just before the finish line. In both concept and execution the whole thing is terrible and screams “Wilpon Mets”. I doubt this lasts more than a season.