Who's got a rarely updated sports blog and saw the first grand slam in Taxpayer Field history?
Oh, you didn't know I've already been to Taxpayer? Well maybe someone should share more in his blog. After getting to go to the first pro exhibition game at the Mets' new digs and sit in my uncle's incredible seats in the goofily named "Excelsior" level with its Caesar's Club and restricted entrance I went and set with the jes' folks in the magically named but still totally upper deck "Promenade" level, with it's cut-off view of right field. Though honestly, short of that obstructed view, the game looks much better than at Shea's upper deck. Still, beware of your seat choices, because some people definitley have it worse than others. Luckily, nothing happened in right field tonight, so we beat the Wilpons at their own game.
It was my brother Jake's first experience at the park so I took him around and showed him the "Taste of Citi", which on a second tour is still pretty freaking awesome. Part of it, I admit, is eating on the old man's dollar, because I don't know how I'll feel if I ever decide to pay seven bucks for two tacos that I could get for four at my local taco truck, but that may even be part of the beauty of it. Sure I paid ballpark prices, but the taco truck in my neighborhood is fucking incredible and I never dreamed of a world where I could get food like that at a baseball game.
Of course, this would all be a downer if the Mets suffered their second straight loss, but they didn't. My father, his friend Mike, my brother Jake and I all screamed various curses following Gary Sheffield's inexpelicable drop of a lazy liner hit right at him, but after that first inning it was pretty smooth sailing. Not for Sheffield though. Despite an RBI single in the bottom of the first, he was still cheered jubilantly for holding on to two flyballs in the seventh inning. Not that I was a part of it or anything.
Oh right, that grand slam. Freaking awesome. I was just in the process of grousing about Ramon Castro disappearing again when Omir Santos shut me the fuck up and rode into Met fan folklore. It's cool a guy who's done so little in the big leagues that he couldn't fathom getting a curtain call was would be the one to hit Taxpayer Field's first grand slam. It makes for an incredibly obscure trivia answer only I will know. Frankly, we should be thanking our lucky stars it wasn't Jody Gerut.