This is how the Uncool Family spent Monday, April 1, 2013. Once we made it out of the neighborhood, of course.
Given how low my beloved and beleaguered Mets are predicted to finish this year, the ballpark was not very crowded for Opening Day even though it was allegedly a sellout. As proof, I submit that this was the first and only line I encountered all day at the park.
All the Opening Days I’ve attended (19 now), all the games I’ve been to at this park and its predecessor, this was the first time I ever had a catch out in the parking lot. This fact did not impress Excitable. Maybe it will when he has a kid of his own.
Rusty Staub, my favorite player while growing up, threw out the first pitch. It was his birthday. No April foolin’. Oddly, I meet him a few years ago when I went to a game for my birthday. When I told him how, at age 7, I cried when the Mets traded him to Detroit, he said nothing. However, his blank stare contained great, great pity for me.My annual arm’s length point-n-shoot of me and My Love. If you think we look happy, know that I was literally giddy all day long. Opening Day does that to me. My Love gets the same way whenever she is within a mile of a blackjack table.
The Mets ended up stomping all over the opposing Padres, 11-2, although I missed basking in the glory while walking out of the park amid a cheering crowd drunk on early success and overpriced Bud Light.
We left at the top of the seventh with the Mets having a comfortable five-run lead because Excitable wanted to get back home to make his Little League practice. I couldn’t argue with him on that.
So we hurried home early, missing a rare Mets grand slam, but made it to the field just 20 minutes late.
Only to find out practice had been canceled.
Win some, lose some. We can only hope for more of the former than the latter ... this season and in all those to come.