Mets vs. A's June 23rd

My experience with the New York Mets got off to a great start, as the most thorough inspection into a baseball game got me the most action I've had in a long, long time. Too bad it was from a large, old, overweight security guard. I entered the Sunday Interleague Day game with full intention of silently spiting the Mets throughout the contest, with their Faux Jeff Francoeur David Wright, and their Paper Mache Big Apple,and their tacky blue and orange colors. But like so many games for the Mets this year, Jose Reyes came to save the day with the greatest chant in all of Baseball. Greater than Trevor Hoffman's Hells Bells, greater than the Barry Bonds booes, than Gary Sheffield being called the Iron Sheff and even greater than the Tomahawk Chop. Leading off the game with an inside the park homerun, Jose Reyes' fans responded with the Spanish Futbol chant changed to his name of "Jose, jose jose jose, Jooooose, Joseeeeee!" I was smitten. I am also a Patriot, and it is hard to not have a bit of love for the Scoreboard with a ribbon still covering the Twin Towers. As for the fan of the game, I was hoping to get a great picture of one of the outrageous Italians in attendance, as it was Italian-American Day at Shea, but the decision was kind of made for me when Pinman made an appearance, adorned in a shimmering cloak of the very same pins I was collecting myself.

Enough of the accolades for the most evil team in the National League. Time to tell you the real dirt. While the hot dogs are actually cheaper here than most parks--if you're competing with the vendors that most of the fans see on a daily commute, you can't hike up the price too much--the most hysterical thing is occured when I purchased my bottled Coke. Like the plastic bottled beers that are sold in stadiums now, they open the drink for you when you buy it. In the civil confines of New York, however, they keep the bottle caps so that you can't throw them at people both in the stands and on the fields. Not surprisingly, all the souviniers that you can purchase at the game come with batteries sold seperately, and not on site. Fortunately for ballplayers, the increasingly popular Litium batteries don't leave the same mark as a good old fashioned D cell brick.

Of course, you could always just resort to throwing your pizza at another fan for no good reason.

(you really only need to watch the first 35 seconds of this)