My last game at Shea! And I got to watch Johan Santana pitch a complete game, so that was pretty awesome. On SportsCenter right now, Mets manager Jerry Manuel is describing the game as "gangsta." It was so gangsta, in fact, that some stranger yelling "Let's go Mets!" as I was leaving the stadium held out his fist to me for a fist-bump (which I provided, of course).
Oh, Shea. Yankee Stadium gets all the glory, and everyone ridicules Shea, but really I think it's a fine little park. And apparently pilots flying in to La Guardia use Shea as a landmark in landing their planes, so I hope that the new Citi-Whatever doesn't cause a rash of accidents when pilots wonder where the big blue thing with the lights and the yelling went.
Gate E off the 7 train:
The new park. It looks nice, but the name makes me cringe.
A packed house (rain notwithstanding) was there to root on the Mets during their down-to-the wire pennant race. SUCK IT, YANKEES.
That white blur is Johan Santana. Johan! Johan! Johan! I love that guy. How do you suppose it feels to know you're that badass -- and to be the recipient of such open adulation? And to his enormous credit, he's not one-tenth the dick that A-Rod is. Well, that we know of, anyway.
Aww, this made me sad. No you won't! You won't see me soon! Sniffle.
p.s. Dodgers clinch the NL West! Whoo! Thank you, Joe Torre ... and suck it, Yankees, some more.