all photos by Samara Pearlstein
So, Citi Field!
–tons of different food options
–ok, I do like the apple
–foul poles are orange, not the usual yellow
–cheery greeters outside offer to take your photo with the park if you look like a tourist
–wicked nice video boards (HD or something)
–public transit is wicked convenient and always runs when the game ends (unlike in certain other cities *cough*Boston*cough* where the trains stop running at X time and if the game runs long you’re just out of luck; or certain other cities *cough*Detroit*cough* where taking public transit to the game is difficult, inconvenient and complicated to the point of near-impossibility)
–crazed park-wide obsession with keeping people out of sections for which they are not ticketed
–if you enter through the front, you have to go through at least two levels of mall-like space and enclosed concourses before you can even glimpse the field, which is disorienting and weird
–scoreboard appears to have even more ads on it than the Comerica scoreboard, if that is even possible
–strong discouraging of autograph-seeking/ball-begging during batting practice
–HAY, that’s our Pepsi Porch you’re copying there
Overall I think it’s a nice park. The annoyances were small compared to my general impression of good-ballpark-ness. The section hawking thing was the most obnoxious, as it’s enforced– stringently– from the moment the gates open until the end of the game. Why? Is it really so bad, for instance, to allow anyone who wants to be there to stand behind the dugouts during batting practice? (The answer is ‘no’.) Anyways.
Phil Coke threw a baseball to some fans during batting practice, then one of the on-field security guys ran over and started yelling at him, because the security guys had been telling the fans over and over to stop asking for balls. Coke just kind of laughed it off and even got the security guy laughing… still, what the hell, Mets?
Hard to tell from the shot, but this is Austin Jackson and Rod Allen fist-bumping one another. It was a moment short in duration but massive in glory.
I realize it seems crazy, but this was my first time seeing Brennan Boesch in person. His little face!
More photos after the jump!
Carlos says, “Durp,” “durr-durp,” and also, “durp”.
I met MetsGrrl! It was aces. She took photos of me meeting Mr. Met, which I will get online eventually. There’s a whole series of Mr. Met being progressively more offended by my Tigers gear. Anyways, despite the fact that she is probably as Mets-centric as it is possible to get, she is a Secret Justin Verlander Fan, so, you know, there were vital points of commonality.
My cousins are trying to visit all 30 ballparks in 60 days this summer. Citi Field was their first stop. Of course they have a blog about it. Today they got to experience Strasmus, the lucky stoats.
Getting to see Verlander bat (“bat”) was a highlight in a game that was mostly pure guano.
There were so many stolen bases. Embarrassingly many. Or, well, three or whatever, but it felt like the Mets were running at will. Only this one (Jason Bay) was off of Verlander, though.
Gerald Laird dealing with the aftermath of a ball that had taken, um, an unfortunate hop.
Brandon Inge doing what Brandon Inge does best, i.e. being amazing at acrobatics and defense and life.
Mr. Met is a spectacular mascot, one of the best in baseball. There is no denying this. I’ve always enjoyed him, but it was really something else, getting to see him in person. I don’t know why that should make much of a difference, but it somehow does.
I was feeling pretty annoyed with Jay
Spores Sborz and his Debut of Tragedy, right up until I saw him coming off the field like this. All biting his jersey and whatnot! The poor thing. SOMEONE GO GIVE HIM A HUG. Also, what did they think was going to happen, giving him Fernando’s old number? Honestly.
Many, many more photos to come, eventually. I still have an entire Dodgers/Red Sox game to go through. In fact I will leave you with a bonus shot from that game, someone I was highly amused to see come in from the bullpen against the Sox…
The phrase you’re looking for is “lol Jeff Weaver”.