And The Day After That: Baseball!

nice sweat stain

Yesterday I had the great honor to accompany not one, not three but five men to my first sports event EVER! It was a Mets vs. Nationals baseball game at the brand new Citi fields stadium in Queens. Gabe’s mom gave him tickets for his birthday in an area where it is most likely to catch a ball (you know Pamela Anderson got discovered that way) but unfortunately no ball came even close to our section. And no one catched a Pepsi shirt either which Mr Met (the mascot) shot in the audience during especially designated ‘Pepsi T-Shirt Breaks’.

Even if I got told that we watched a particularly ‘uneventfull’ game (the Mets lost 7 to 1 – I think) I came to realize that going to a baseball game is not really about watching the game all the time. I would even go as far as saying it is more about hanging out, drinking beer and eating hot dogs with your friends most of the time. But then again suddenly everyone focuses on the game and cheers some action I had a hard time following. Especially since often I had no idea where the ball actually was. It’s really small, no joke. But sitting in the blinding sun at 34C having beer does not make your eyes focus any better – I admit that. So things weren’t working well for the Mets and someone behind me kept demanding a ‘brain transplant’ for someone in the field.

Needless to say I had a great time! I liked best the way each time the person on the bat changes they play the favorite song of the new hitter when he walks to his position. Mine would be ‘Who’s that girl’ by Eve if ever that happens…

Even if Citi Field is located right beside the old Shea Stadium (they were still working on the concrete hill created by it’s remains) it’s oddly surrounded by car part dealers. No bar, no hot dog stand, no nothing. The boys were in the mood for another beer so we kept stumbling around in a neighbor hood where it became apparent that a) we stuck out as being very tall and very white compared to it’s population as well as b) despite being named Corona  – there weren’t many bars around. I was already working on a plan how to become insanely rich by opening a beer garden beside Citi Field when we finally found a nice little place where the boys ordered buckets of beer.

At the end the boys for some weird reason had sambucca. I settled for vodka. Back on the 7 train we rode into the sunset.

I love baseball!

the new stadium

my new shoes

stadium’s inside, very retro

a little overdressed

people hiding in the shade

nathan’s hot dogs

ma boys tick, trick und track

find t,t and t in this pic

nice sweat stain

find the ball

the anthym, doug kept talking about his hair

mr met on screen

doug also overdressed

tragway

ready to eat oranges

mexican restaurant, beer bucket

actin’ all cool

stumbling home

waitin for the 7 train