On the eve of my high school reunion, I went to my first game at Citi Field – a classic subway series encounter, in which the Mets out did the Yankees in dramatic fashion.
With a, feeling pretty confident, five run lead in the top of the ninth, 41 save savior Jeurys Familia escaped a one out bases loaded jam, that temporarily fueled his cross town rivals while putting fear into the hearts of the hometown fans.
Rookie Steven Matz continues to amaze, giving up only one run on seven hits, upping his record to 4-0. Despite a jittery first inning, Matz justified that he is clutch and can be counted on during these trying, struggling starting pitching times.
Lucas Duda lit up the NY sky with a dinger to even the score at one. Daniel Murphy clocked a delicious go-ahead solo shot in the right center seats, and Don Juan Uribe, pinch-hitting for the pitcher, drove Wilmer Flores home on a two run homer to right.
Mets relievers Hansel Robles and Addison Reed were perfect. There’s nothing more to say.
This was a game that was a must win for both teams. The Yankees are slowly slipping away from the Blue Jays, and the Mets coming off a two game skid, needed to prove they are still in command of the NL East.
I also believe it’s empowering for the Mets to best the team that has taken their baseball thunder for decades, and finally be a viable contender to their more successful older brother come October.
The buzz for me began when I entered the stadium with my more successful older brother, whom I haven’t seen a game with in years.
Over a beer and some damn good stadium food we sat beside a hybrid of Met/Yankee friends, dressed in phony wayfarers, team caps and jerseys.
They were entertaining in a loud, endearingly obnoxious way, ranking on each other, “Yo mama” style the entire game, which carried on all the way to the 7 train.
To top off my first fling at Citi Field, I got to share this experience with the first friend I ever had. Someone I haven’t seen or spoken to in over 20 years. I found out that he was going to our high school reunion on FB, and that’s how we hooked up at the game.
In all of the years we were friends, I didn’t remember him to be a Yankee fan. I just assumed he was a Mets fan, for no other reason than that I was one.
And it was great to see him, truly the proverbial, “just like it were yesterday,” kind of feel, and that coupled with the Amazins’ win, was one hell of way to celebrate my first Mets home game away from Shea.