It was September 26th, 2008. The tears were just beginning to dry on my nine-year old face, as I had just witnessed a miserable 6-1 loss from the Florida Marlins. (Okay, I was nine.) The loss had pushed the Mets one game away from elimination, as they were a game back from their division rival Phillies, and in a virtual tie for the Wild Card with the Milwaukee Brewers with only two games left to play.
I refused to talk to either my brother or mom on the train back from Shea Stadium to Manhattan. I couldn’t imagine the Mets possibly missing the playoffs by such a slim margin two years in a row. In my mind, the Mets were still the best team in baseball that they were in their 96-win season of 2006. In my mind, the 2007 collapse was just a fluke. Lightning doesn’t strike twice…
We then got off the 7 train in Grand Central station, among a swarm of disappointed Mets fans. We walked outside, and I remember feeling the cold fall evening air, which means it’s almost playoff time. We flagged down a taxi and squeezed into the back seat as it took us back to our hotel in Times Square. This was a fancier taxi, with a TV in the back. ESPN was on the screen. My head was in my hands at this point, both tired and annoyed by the Mets loss.
“Brendan,” my brother nudged. “Look!”
I lifted my head up, and my brother was pointing to the small bottom line. Scrolling across I read something along the lines of “Breaking: Johan Santana will pitch on three days rest tomorrow.”
My face lit up. Johan Santana was unstoppable during the 2008 season. Though only 15-7 at the time, it was popularly discussed in the New York Media that he should have had about 20-22 wins if it weren’t for the [meddling] bullpen. The bullpen was so bad, that If all the games played by the Mets ended after the 8th inning the Mets would have won the NL East by 12 games.
That night, I went to bed a little happier, not only because Santana was starting, but that my older sister (who worked for the hotel) got us a suite for a mere 99 dollars a night.
The next day, as we found ourselves on the 7 train, yet again filled with anxious Mets fans, something memorable happened. A god-like figure holding his high-tech Blackberry (remember, it’s 2008) got up from his seat and announced to the packed subway that Brewers’ pitcher Ben Sheets had given up 4 runs and got knocked out of the game in only the second inning. The train erupted in cheers, and people were high-fiving, celebrating, and all that goodness.
I would be entering Shea Stadium for what turned out to be the last time. My nine year old self didn’t appreciate the moment as much as I would have now. As we walked up to the promenade level, high up behind home plate, I didn’t think about how it would be the last time I walked up the ramps of Shea Stadium. I didn’t try to soak it all in, I didn’t save my ticket stub (I thankfully found it in my dresser last year when I was moving.) The point is, I was a spoiled fan. Sure the Mets got knocked out of the NLCS in a heart-breaking fashion. And sure, the Mets lost 7 of their last 17 games in 2007 to hand their playoff spot to the Braves. But in the regular seasons of 2006 and 2007, the Mets got 97 and 88 wins. That’s a whole lot better than they have done since they moved to Citi Field. I had taken the whole experience for granted, and was already nagging my parents to buy playoff tickets for when the Mets would surely make it to the playoffs.
The game itself was incredible to watch. The packed crowd of 54,920 were standing up for half of the game, cheering on a wonderful performance from Johan Santana. On three days rest of a career high 125-pitch start, and (which we would later find out) a torn meniscus, Johan was striking out batter after batter.
As he would walk off the mound at an end of the inning, “Smooth” by Santana and Rob Thomas would blast through the speakers. I had been to an NLCS game in 2006… and this game may have topped it. Santana’s start was not only heroic, but it gave Mets fans hope.
With the Mets up 2-0, Johan would attempt to put the finishing touch on his complete game shutout, as a fly ball sailed to deep left field off the bat of Cody Ross, with Josh Willingham on first base. As the ball smacked into Endy Chavez’ glove, the crowd erupted in cheers. I was ecstatic, with the old Tug McGraw moniker in my head, “Ya Gotta Believe!” During that moment, I believed something was in the air. I believed that the Mets would use this momentum to send the Mets into the playoffs and have an appropriate send-off of Shea Stadium
To put it very unromantically, it didn’t end up that way. The next day, I was at home, watching the Mets bullpen blow yet another lead in the family room of my old house. (Go to hell, Scott Schoeneweis. My mom knew you were no good.) That’s when it finally started to sink in, that the Mets not only weren’t going to make the playoffs, but that I would never step foot in Shea Stadium again. It was the classic Mets narrative of having a bit of hope, and then having all that hope being thrown out the window. I went up to my room, refusing to watch the last out. The whole day was gut wrenching. I sobbed into my pillow and had an awful headache. This goes to show you what a baseball team can do to a nine-year old fan.
The next day, the Mets began to tear down old Shea Stadium.
And that’s where I begin my argument. Did Shea Stadium HAVE to be torn down? I’m not saying that the Mets should have kept playing in it, (I’m sure that would make many fans happy, though) because Citi Field was already near completion behind the outfield walls.
Shea Stadium wasn’t considered the best looking park my non-Mets fans. But it did have a special place in most Mets fans hearts. My question is, isn’t there value in not tearing down a piece of history?
This was the stadium where the Miracle Mets, led by young arms like Tom Seaver, Jerry Koosman, and Nolan Ryan, surged past the Cubs in the standings late in the season, winning their first World Series. The same team had never been above .500 after the first 9 games of their first 8 seasons.
This was the stadium where the Beatles made their debut in America, in a packed house filled with adoring fans.
This was the stadium where four teams (The Mets, Jets, Giants, and Yankees) all played during the 1975 season.
This was the stadium where, with two outs in the 9th inning, a little roller up along first got through Buckner, staging one of the most unlikely comebacks in sports history.
This was the stadium that hosted the first sporting event in New York after the 9/11 attacks, and where volunteers (including Mets players themselves) set up a rescue canteen to collect supplies for first responders.
Sadly, this is the stadium where Mets fans now park on.A huge piece of baseball history no longer exists, and it seems like yesterday I was watching Johan Santana pitch the best performance I’ve ever seen in person. Not only is the former site just a parking lot now, but local politicians are planning to build a mall there.
The issue isn’t just Shea Stadium. Imagine how many museums there would be if we didn’t tear down every ballpark that was no longer being played in. There would be the Polo Grounds, Ebbets Field, Shibe Park, Forbes Field, Comiskey Park, Tiger Stadium, Old Yankee Stadium…
The list goes on and on. There’s not really anything we can do now that these parks are gone. All we have are stories, photos, and maybe some video of these old parks. But it stinks that I can’t see some of the classic parks that my father and grandfather got to go to, let alone the park I used to go to. But what we can do is make sure that we don’t continue to tear down parks that could still serve a purpose (wink, wink… Turner Field.)
Also, I think Shea Stadium could have been left partly intact. People could park there cars where the playing field used to be. There could be stores and restaurants where the main concourse used to be. People could have sat in the seats of the lower concourses, imagining where they once saw games being played. This could have been done in ballparks across the country.
Of course, baseball is a business, and people running the business (team) usually aren’t as sentimental as the fans. As the years go by, new stadiums will be built, I get that. But before teams start to tear down their old pieces of history, they should reconsider what they are losing.
It was a bittersweet day, and one that I thought would never actually come. For the second year in a row I was attending the last home game of the Mets’ season. And for the second year in a row the Mets were not in the playoffs.
It was September 29th, 2013, and the New York Mets would be facing the Milwaukee Brewers. Furthermore, it was Mike Piazza’s Mets Hall of Fame induction ceremony, Eric Young, Jr. had the chance to capture the National League stolen base lead, and The 7 Line Army would be in full blast out in center field. But first, we (me and my mother) had to get to Citi Field. We boarded the Megabus at the Albany Train Station at 7:35. Who would have thought that we would have the same annoying, joke-telling busdriver that we had on Mother’s Day.
From Penn Station we would have to take not one, but two subways to get to Citi Field. While we were waiting to get on the 7 train to Citi Field, I took some photos.
Now, is the 7 train really a subway if it’s above-ground once it crosses the Hudson into Queens? Anyway, this is where it took us. I finally arrived at Citi Field for the last time of the season.
When I got through the gates of the Jackie Robinson Rotunda, I was handed a black Mike Piazza Hall of Fame t-shirt.
As I expected, when I got to the field, there was no batting practice. But because it was Fan Appreciation Day, they were letting fans into the lower seating bowl, but not behind the dugout. They never let fans behind the dugouts, but they usually do not let fans into the lower seating bowl at all when there isn’t BP. Here’s the first photo I took entering the seating bowl:
There was a sizable crowd along the baseline, as many were seeking autographs from players…
like Wilmer Flores.
Instead of seeking autographs in that swarm of people, I positioned myself further down the line where there were fewer people, and where I knew the Mets would be warming up their arms. As I was by myself, feeling like a genius, I took some more photos.
You’ll never guess what happened after that. The Mets came out and started to play catch:
And when they came out, all the people trying to get autographs moved to where I was. I stayed put at the front of a large crowd, and waited for one of them to finish.
There was one fan who kept annoying the he[ck] out of me. He kept asking Tim Byrdak for an autograph while he was warming up. And I know that he was annoying the he[ck] out of Tim Byrdak as well. He would keep saying stuff like “Tim could I have your autograph” and “Tim could you sign this ball for me” and “Tim you’re my favorite lefty specialist” and “Tim you’re my favorite lefty” and “Tim you’re my favorite reliever” and “Tim you’re my favorite pitcher” and… you get the point. But his nagging got progressively worse. When Byrdak finally came to sign some autographs, the guy said something to him again, and Bydak made it a point not to sign anything of his.
Meanwhile there was more stuff going on that annoyed me. There were a lot of Mets fans that were really trying to budge in front of me and others at the front of the pack. I was staying put at the front no matter what. And there were the “riff-raff” Mets fans that were asking me and a 20-something next to me players names so they could get a ball. I didn’t mind it so much when a kid would ask if they seemed like a real fan. But when an adult dressed in no Mets gear who didn’t even know who the more obvious players were asked me, I was more hesitant to answer. Being the last day of the season, and watching a 40-man roster 25 percent full of minor leaguers, there was one person throwing that I had no idea who it was. And neither did anyone next to me. His name was Sean Henn. I looked him up on Baseball-Reference. He was a September call-up roster filler who had pitched 2.2 innings.
I positioned myself where Juerys Familia and Frank Francisco were warming up. Why? Because Frank Francisco is extremely wild… and hard throwing… and a little bit scary. My plan almost worked to. On one throw, he bounced one in the dirt, and it erratically bounced right at the wall in front of me. I was more inclined to get out of the way so my teeth didn’t get knocked out.
Though I didn’t end up getting that ball, (after many attempts of directing my poor spanish towards Juerys Familia,) I did end up having another chance. Greg Burke was throwing further down the line. A throw somehow got away from him, as it tipped off his glove and rolled in front of me on the dirt. I wasn’t going to take it (nor could I have,) but when he went to get the ball I said “Greg” and I got his attention. “Who said Greg?” he said, wondering who recognized him.
“I did. Could I have the ball when you’re done with it?” I asked, to which he replied “Sure.”
After he got done, and was heading back to the dugout, it looked like he was scanning the crowd. I again said “Greg” to get his attention. He immediately recognized me and flipped the ball to me, for which I thanked him.
The crowd was growing larger behind me, and people were getting more aggressive to get to the front. I was now squeezed into a big pile of people. I left, figuring I already got a ball, and I probably wasn’t going to get another one. I bought a scorecard, and headed up to my seats on the club level, where I took a picture of the ball.
Positioned to my left was a scoreboard, looping through images of Mike Piazza, a few of them in his forgettable bleached hair phase of 2001…but also a phase in which he hit this homerun.
The logo you see above and in the photo below were on commemorative balls, which I was unable to attain. You can also see the 7 Line Army starting to form.
The field was being set up for the pre-game ceremony:
There were planes taking off from LaGuardia overhead:
A nice moment then followed. Terry Collins came out to see the fans:
After Collins took a half-lap around the field, providentially waving and (once or twice) stopping to talk to fans and sign autographs, the Mike Piazza ceremony began. The crowd went absolutely nuts when Mike Piazza appeared out of the dugout and threw the first pitch to David Wright. (COREY SIPKIN/ NY DAILY NEWS)
Keynote speaker and Mets Radio Broadcaster Howie Rose had a nice speech. I have some crappy phone video of the speech, which you may watch if you’d like.
Meanwhile his old teammates, John Franco and Edgardo Alfonzo seemed to have no speech prepared. And it showed. I’m not sure if they were expecting to have the microphone handed there way, as they just made short remarks about their memories with Piazza.
Though, there were definitely some more touching parts of the ceremony. Mike Piazza was in tears talking about his family, mainly his dad who is in poor health. He talked about his love for the fans of New York. And when (jokingly) speaking of his newborn son and his potential baseball aspirations, he said “I’ll teach him how to hit and the rest is up to him,” also noting that the Mets would get the first shot to sign him.
Now onto the game… Eric Young, Jr. wasted no time getting a hold of the stolen base lead. Singling to lead off the game, he quickly stole second and then third to claim the NL Lead with 46 stolen bases. Here’s something to note: Lucas Duda, the slow, low average, power hitter was batting second. You do you, Terry Collins.
Also, doesn’t 46 stolen bases seem like a low number for the league leader? When Jose Reyes led the league in stolen bases three years in a row, he did it with 64, 68, and 78 bases stolen respectively. Eric Young, Jr. wasn’t even a full-time starter but still managed to get the honor. I don’t think the whole National League has gotten slower, but I do have one theory to the drop. Maybe the sabermetrics movement in baseball has caused teams to realize that (maybe) stolen bases aren’t mathematically worth the risk.
Well, it was worth the risk this time, because the Mets got an early 1-0 lead on a sacrifice fly to shallow right field from the Captain, David Wright. Young tested the arm of Norichikai Aoki… and man was it a close play.
The second and third innings went by quickly, but the fourth inning had a different, deeper, darker, story.
Jon Niese let up three consecutive singles to Jeff Bianchi, Jonathan Lucroy and Carlos Gomez, before walking Yuniesky Betancourt to tie up the game. Oh, it gets worse.
Sean Halton grounded into a would-be double play, but that can’t happen because C.B. Bucknor was the first base umpire.
He was called safe at first base, when he was clearly out from my vantage point, and on TV. Look for yourself.
A unique part of this story is that the club level actually gets to see the game on TV screens as well as on the field. This meant that we got to watch the re-play… followed by a collective groan from the club level. And I didn’t see this on the Mets’ broadcast, but Bucknor immediately knew that he had blew the call, putting his hands on his head in embarrassment. That’s why he’s built such a bad reputation in the Major Leagues as one of the worst umpire mankind has ever seen.
I’m sure he didn’t feel any better when Logan Schafer perfectly placed a hit-bunt to score Carlos Gomez. This was when fans in my section started to band together and create a plan to get back at C.B. Bucknor… and his family. But in all seriousness, I was ready to call it a season and blame the loss on Bucknor. It would be very-Mets like to lose on a blown call from him. But at least Juan Lagares made a great throw home to end the inning, making it the second runner of the inning thrown out at home. You see something new every time you go to the park. I’d attribute it more to poor base-running, but still, a great play:
Juan Lagares, in my opinion, should have been nominated for a Gold Glove. Before you laugh, he was third in outfield assists in the MLB with 15 in only 116 games. Not only was that the most for any rookie, he also was only two cannons away from Gerardo Parra and Alex Gordon… who both played 155 games. Some might say that teams didn’t know not to run on him… but he still put up very impressive numbers and had terrific range in the outfield.
It was also Lagares who led off the eighth inning, reaching base when Sean Halton pulled his foot off the bag… a good call by C.B. Bucknor. (WHAAAAAAAT?)
In the next at-bat, Terry Collins called for September-callup, third string catcher Juan Centeno to bunt, in hopes to move speedster Juan Lagares to scoring position with one out.
He got to scoring position alright. Centeno placed the bunt in front of the plate. Jonathan Lucroy picked it up, looking to throw it to second baseman Scooter Gennett who was supposed to cover first. But Gennett didn’t cover first on time… because he got tangled up with none other than… C.B. Bucknor. Dagummit, C.B! (In reality though, Gennett was extremely lackadaisical getting to the bag. And if you watch the video, Keith Hernandez and Ron Darling were extremely critical.)
The throw went into right field, and Lagares hustled around third to tie the game at 2! I was very happy, to say the least. Matt den Dekker came in to pinch run for the motorized chair-bound Juan Centeno. It paid off. Wilfredo Tovar bunted him over to third, and was also safe at first. Nothing was going right for Milwaukee this inning. Eric Young, Jr. chopped one to pitcher Brandon Kintzler, who had no play on den Dekker at home… and nearly threw the ball away as well.
In the top of the ninth, Frank Francisco came into close the game. And *gasp* he got the job done. As Aramis Ramirez struck out looking to end the game, “Takin’ Care of Business” echoed through the stadium as it does after every Mets win. As people started to clear out of their seats, the song “Closing Time” by Semisonic came on. That’s when it finally sunk in that the season was over.
Total Balls = 18
Games Ballhawked at = 13
Balls per game = 1.38
Balls at Citi Field = 8 (In 14 games)
Balls at other parks = 10 (In 4 Games)
Game balls = 1 (Foul ball off the bat of John Buck)
Balls caught on fly = 1 (This one.)
Balls hit in BP = 2
Cup Trick = 3
Thrown from players = 13
Hello baseball fans. I hope this post finds you having a good time during the offseason, and that your team decides to make some moves that gets them a step closer to the World Series (I’m sure the Mets will.)
Today I’ll be showing you how to make the cup-trick retrieval device. First, lets start off with what a retrieval device is…
Retrieval devices are instruments used by ballhawks in an attempt to get otherwise out-of-reach baseballs. The most famous retrieval device isn’t even made from a cup. It’s the “glove trick,” created by Zack Hample. He has shown this contraption off on his blog, on national tv, and at the ballpark.
While this may work for you, there are a couple problems that may arise for some people when attempting the glove trick. It could simply be too confusing to make, it may not be compatible with your glove, or maybe it’s too much of a hassle to have to quickly turn the glove you’re wearing into a retrieval device when you’re using it at the park. One major flaw in my opinion was that, unless you brought multiple gloves, you would have to use the same glove that you’d be snagging toss-ups and batted balls with and try to quickly assemble it (the glove trick) and disassemble it depending on when you needed to retrieve a ball. Not only in that time could the ball be tossed up to somebody, (because in ballhawking, timing is a key factor) but if you attempted it during batting practice a ball could fly near you into the stands, and instead of having a glove ready on hand, it could be dangling by the warning track, significantly decreasing your chance of another ball.
For me however, I wanted a separate device, that was easy-to-make and easy to use, and the glove-trick just didn’t do it for me. Enter the cup trick.
I had heard about this retrieval device online, but couldn’t find any information on how to make one. That’s when I realized the one problem with the cup-trick. There was absolutely no information available on how to make one, what materials you would need, or exactly how the contraption worked, so there was a lot left to the imagination. Fortunately, I already had a plan hatched in my head about how I could make it work. After an easy and successful attempt at making and testing my own cup-trick, I felt responsible to show others how to create a cup-trick of there own just how Zack Hample showed others how to use the glove-trick to get balls.
I mean no offense to Zack Hample, or anybody who uses the glove trick. If it works for you, than continue using it if you want to. I just want to offer another solution that could potentially help other ballhawks. This won’t replace the glove-trick, it’ll just be an alternative. You can decide which you want to use if you choose the path of using a ball-retriever.
First lets start with the materials:
Obviously, a cup. This cup should be a non-disposable, hard plastic cup, with no handle on the side. This is because it has to be evenly weighted on both sides so it doesn’t tilt. Use a cup that’s rim has a circumference just a little bit bigger than a Major League Baseball so that it can fit inside, but also have a snug fit so the ball stays secure inside the cup. I used a souvenir 2013 All-Star Game cup I got at Citi Field because it fit the description well, and it has some sentimental value. Just make sure you use a cup that you wouldn’t mind getting dirty.
Rubber bands. You will need two thick rubber bands. Thicker rubber bands are prefered so the ball will stay inside the cup. I didn’t have any laying around the house, so I went over to CVS and got a pack of assorted sizes for about $1.40. This allowed me to see what size rubber bands were correct for the size of the cup. Make sure they are not too loose or too tight. You can test what sizes work best for your own cup-trick.
String. This was actually laying around the house. Generally, the longer the string the better. If the string is too long, you can just bunch the end of the string up with no problem and adjust the string to the size of the fence you are dropping the cup trick down from. Even within stadiums the heights of walls change from the different parts of the field, so keep that in mind. This is a very long and strong string, and will definitely not snap (or be cut by stadium security.) My brother uses it for knots as a boy scout and he got it at Eastern Mountain Sports (An outdoor sporting goods store located in the northeast.) If there is no EMS near you, any sporting goods may be able to help. If not, twine works well. NOTE: Don’t use flimsy string.
Weight. This is where you can use your imagination. You need weight so the cup will be sturdy and it will be easier to drop the cup over the ball without the cup shaking from outside factors, like the wind. The most important part is that the cup has enough weight while going onto the baseball that the ball will fall inside the rubber bands. Some things I did was take coins and wrap them in aluminum foil and tape them to the bottom of the inside of the cup, where it would not touch the baseball. You can also use things like metal washers, or really anything small and heavy. After I was done, to add weight, I put a roll of duct tape around the cup. One thing I would suggest is that if you have a batting doughnut somewhere around the house, that you can possibly put that around the cup and that will add significant weight to the cup. Generally, the heavier the better, but don’t make it so heavy it weighs down your backpack and is hard to maneuver and/or pull up.
Take the two rubber bands and wrap them vertically around the cup, across the top and bottom. The gap between the rubber bands should be a little less than the size of a baseball, just so it has room to go into the cup, yet stay in the cup. What I did to make sure the rubber bands stayed in place and had a tight grip was cross them like this: so they would cross in the middle.
Tie the string around the rubber bands at the top of the cup. Make sure that it is centered right in the middle of the cup. If it is not it will tilt. Also, if it is not tightly knotted, you may have to constantly re-tie it, or even lose your cup, so make sure it is secured tightly!
Add any additional weight, and in these short steps you already have yourself a cup trick. If it doesn’t have enough weight, it can still be effective, you may just need to drop it from a few inches higher so that it will have the force to get the baseball past the rubber bands.
Test it! Don’t go to the ballpark never having used it before! Not only could you jeopardize, wheel-of-fortunize, family-feudize, or the price-is-rightize your chance at getting a ball, it could be embarrassing if you fail on an attempt to get a ball in case a crowd gathers to see if your contraption will really work. Here’s my first attempt at using my cup-trick. 3 times a charm!
A great thing about this is that you can keep it assembled so you can take it out on a moments notice when you have the chance to use it. It’s also fairly easy to make, so it shouldn’t take too long to assemble it if you have time to kill before the gates open. (I always make sure the string is tight and the rubber bands are in place on the way to the game.) I like that I can have my glove handy with the cup trick so I can quickly switch between the two.
Just make sure that the stadium you use the cup-trick at allows ball-retrievers. If they don’t allow them, be smart about it. Some stadium security don’t seem to take too kindly to baseball retrieval devices dangling above their luscious, well groomed piece of stadium. My home park however, Citi Field, is supposedly very strict about ball retrievers. I’ve gotten a few balls in the center field gap at Citi, and the worst that’s ever happened to me is a stern “Don’t do it again” from security (I’ve done it again, too, with no problems.) Some stadiums however may confiscate your ball retrieving instrument. You wouldn’t want your hard work to be confiscated by an usher. I hope this technique makes it easier for you to snag many more baseballs now and into the future.
The day started at about 10:05 in Schenectady when my group left for a 4:10 Saturday game between the Mets and Tigers. Matt Harvey and Max Scherzer were set to face off, in what would be the first matchup between two All-Star Starters (from that year) ever. I was excited not only for what I thought would be one of the greatest pitching duels I’d ever seen, but also for some batting practice where Detroit and New York could showcase their power. Schenectady is about 2 hours and 45 minutes away, but about 3 hours with normal New York City traffic. That would have gotten us to Citi Field at about 1 o’clock, where I would’ve had plenty of time to eat before the gates openedm play catch in the parking lot, and get to the gates with no pressure. But there was some major traffic on the Major Deegan Expressway (I knew the Bronx was no good!) due to construction in its left lane. (Does anything ALWAYS go perfectly?) As I watched the clock, it turned from 12:45, to 1 o’clock, to 1:30, to 1:40… and traffic was still at a standstill, making me wonder if we would get there before the game started let alone before the gates opened. I was already thinking batting practice was out of the equation.
But then god cleared the skies, and at 1:45 cars started moving. Not just slowly, but at a normal (fast) pace. I started to eat in the car, hoping I could hop right out and get into Citi Field as quick as possivle when we arrived. We got to Citi Field right at 2 o’clock, when the gates were supposed to open. We rushed to the lines, which were a mile long…
And the gates were still not open, which was a blessing in disguise. People must’ve been excited that the Tigers were in town… this is one of the biggest crowds I’ve seen. There were multiple lines stretching back to the parking lots and were so long that they were curving and changing directions. There was no way I was gonna wait in that line, so I moved to where I saw that they were setting up ticket machines, bag-checking tables, and moving bike racks. This was a great move. Though the other lines opened before my line, my line opened a minute later, and I was able to get in the stadium much sooner than I would have if I had stood at the back of the other line.
- For Mets batting practice, I would go to Left Field. Not only is right field at Citi Field very hard for ballhawking, but the Mets would have many righties up at the end of their BP.
- At the end of Met batting practice, I would quickly head over to the gap in center field and attempt to cup-trick any ball that had been hit there.
- I would head up to the Pepsi Porch hoping to avoid the bigger crowds on the field level and possible catch a Prince Fielder home run.
With the reasons listed in Step 1 of my plan, there was no reason not to be in Left Field. Left Field had a moderate crowd, and there was a good amount of home runs hit. I was only close enough to one to catch though, where it hit off the facing of the second deck and ricocheted back into the front row in Left Field. The glare off the advertisement on the second deck was bad enough to where I had a split second to see the ball, stick my glove out, and hopefully catch it. But a man in better position than me barehanded it right before my glove. During batting practice there, I saw Greg Barasch and Zack Hample, who are regulars at both Citi Field and even Yankee Stadium, and have both gotten thousands of balls during their time ballhawking. I know that Zack had already collected about a dozen baseballs before the general public (a.k.a. me) was allowed in the stadium. To get to my point, I was shut-out of Mets BP.
To those who don’t know, Citi Field apparently doesn’t allow retrieval devices. Since it’s not an official rule, they usually let you off with a stern warning. I weighed my options and figured I’d rather be on the board and told not to do it again (which happened my last time) than not have a ball at all. When I went to Center Field, I saw a baseball probably about 7 feet out. I pulled out my cup-trick, which was tangled, and it took me a few attempts to knock the ball within reachable distance, untangle the strings, and adjust the rubber bands. I should have untangled the string and adjusted the rubber bands beforehand, but of course I didn’t realize there wrong before I dropped my cup-trick down. In what should have taken 30 seconds at most, it took about 4 minutes, and all of this was in plain view of the security. When I finally got the ball, people cheered in amazement, and I didn’t get one word from security. But a season-ticker holder was telling me that they usually don’t like people to use contraptions because they don’t like them leaning over the rail, as it’s a liability issue. Meh.
Either way, I ended up giving the ball to the kid I came to the park with.
A few minutes later, this was my view. Like step 3 of my plan said, I was in the Pepsi Porch hoping for some bombs. Not too long after I got up there, I realized the king of ballhawks Zack Hample had the same plan, as he came down the steps I thought how my chances of getting a ball were probably lessened. But I would later be thankful that him and his girlfriend Hayley (with her camera in hand) came up to the Pepsi Porch. While a righty was batting, I took a picture of the scoreboard. As you can see, it was Fiesta Latina night. They would wear orange “Los Mets” jerseys, and half of the game had a spanish-speaking Public Address Announcer from ESPN Deportes announcing the players before at-bats.
Victor Martinez, a lefty Designated-Hitter/First Baseman/Catcher was up, and I moved up to the front row. I wouldn’t do this on the field level, but I figured that anything that would reach the Pepsi Porch wouldn’t go too many rows up. So I got a spot in the left part of the front row. Zack Hample was on my left side. On my right side, though, I had completely free roam.
A ball shot up into the air off the bat of V-Mart. It was coming right towards me, a bit to my left. I took a step to my left, keeping my eye on the ball. I knew then that the ball would not reach the seats, but it was within an arm-length. A man who was nearing his 7 thousandth baseball ever collected was on my left. My heart was pumping, I’d never had a chance at a home run ball like this. I reached my glove out with an open pocket. Out of the corner of my eye I could also see another glove just above it. I didn’t feel anything, but I heard the ball hit leather. But I was pretty unsure who’s glove it hit. Even then, did it pop out and fall to the field? I looked over to my left to see that Zack Hample had not got the ball. I lifted my glove up, and see… oh my god. A faded beauty.
As I stood in awe that I caught my first homer on the fly, Zack congratulated me by saying “Nice catch!” to which I replied “Thanks, it’s the first I’ve ever caught.” Soon after he left to go behind the first base dugout.
I’m an avid reader of his blog, and I knew that his girlfriend took pictures of him snagging baseballs during batting practice. So I tweeted him:
He then later replied to me, giving me a link to a picture:
I could not have asked for a better picture. Big thank you to Zack and Hayley. I have evidence of a big milestone… who knows, maybe I’ll frame it. He labeled the picture “zack getting robbed”. Wow. I robbed the “king of ballhawks”!
As I left the Pepsi Porch, I took an “artsy” photo:
and snapped a picture of the passing 7 train. You can also see a sliver of the eyesore, “Iron Triangle.”
Then I wanted some Shake Shack, but then…
holy lines. It was near impossible to get through the concourse. DannyMeyerLand (coined after the restaurateur who owns the Shake Shack, Blue Smoke, El Taqueria Verano, and Box Frites which all take up the centerfield concourse.) was very crowded.
I opted to not wait in those lines, so I headed to my seats. There were shorter lines in the eighth inning of Opening Day. This game drew about 35,000 people. I took a pre-game photo.
This one, right before first pitch, shows the orange jerseys on Juan Lagares, Eric Young, Jr., and Matt Harvey… on the scoreboard.
This start for Matt Harvey was not his best. He gave up 13 hits, and surprisingly only 2 runs. Striking out only four.
The real downer in this start was that it would be his last of the season. He partially tore his UCL, even though he threw 95 miles-per-hour consistently, and was not taken out because of injury. This injury may require Tommy John, and is a real threat to the Mets long-term plans. Not that I knew at the time, but lets say I tried to eat away the pain. I headed over to Box Frites, something I had never tried before. It was alright, but for the serving size and price of eight dollars, I’ll probably opt for Nathans or Shake Shack next time around. The fries were crisp, and they give you one free sauce with it. I chose bacon aioli (a mayonnaise with bacon in it.) Maybe it was too fancy for me, but I didn’t like it. I tried a bit of it, but ended up just using ketchup instead. I’m a big fan of bacon, but if I go to Box Frites again, I’m choosing another sauce. I ate a little bit at the standing room, but quickly went back to my seat.
Another “artsy” photo.
Some game photos.
I’m not a supporter of banning the wave, (it’s impossible to enforce, and it’s not too much of a distraction in my opinion.) A beachball on the other hand is a bit ridiculous. It started in my section, and my heart dropped as it came toward me and landed at my feet. A security guard came marching towards me. I didn’t want to be “the kid who didn’t keep the beach ball going” so I just nudged it to the section across from me where they continued to hit it for 30 seconds before security a few sections over deflated it:
Later I found out I was a “savvy fan” from Mets beat writer Adam Rubin. Not proud of it. https://twitter.com/AdamRubinESPN/status/371408288832688129
I wasn’t going to include this photo, but does the guy on the bottom right vaguely resemble John Buck?? No? Ok. Click to Zoom.
Before the Mets could even score, the game was over. 3-0 Tigers. The Mets are now 3-10 in games I’ve been to this year. (One was a school field trip in which I didn’t ballhawk, but the Mets lost, and I got laughed at by my Yankee fan friends.) WTF Mets? To my surprise, my battery was still good even after the game was ending, so as I left, I took these photos.
See ya Citi Field.
There was a nice sunset as we left through the Left Field Gate, with a cameo from the Goodyear Blimp (the game was being televised on FOX.)
Endy Chavez waving goodbye.
It looks like my rookie season in ballhawking has come to an end, as my next and final game (blog post coming soon) will have a pre-game ceremony placing Mike Piazza in the Mets Hall of Fame. Obviously, the Mets didn’t make the playoffs this year, but I’ll hope to post occasionally through the offseason as I’ll continue to ballhawk next season, and most importantly root the Mets on in 2014. As the schedule comes out, I’ll reveal my plans for next year. Also, continue to follow this blog as I haven’t gotten to publishing my final two days in Pittsburgh yet, which will be posted on Friday at 5 o’clock.
Stats: 2 Baseballs at this game.
7 balls in 8 games at Citi Field. (0.875 per game.)
17 baseballs in 12 games. (1.42 per game.)
4 Balls with Cup-Trick, 12 Thrown, 3 Hit (with one on the fly, and one a foul ball.)
Awards won: Self-Proclaimed 2013 Ballhawk Rookie of the Year.
It was my first of three full days in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, and a big one at that. The itinerary was like this: I would take a tour of PNC Park at 10AM, and get to PNC Park at 4:30 for batting practice and then see the first of three games. In between that I would be taking a lot of pictures, and see if I could do a cup trick off of the Roberto Clemente Bridge. But back to that in a minute.
The morning started off at 6:30am when I woke up at Hyatt Place North Shore. This is one of the best hotels for being close to the ballpark, and the only one that has views of the river and downtown as well. I left the hotel at 7:30 to walk around to take some more photos around the park, which I had already done a lot of the night before. To my surprise there were less people on the riverwalk then the night before, I suspected there would be some people taking morning jogs. But there seemed to be more geese than people.
Because there were so few people, I figured I would head over to the Clemente Bridge and try to figure out if doing a cup-trick off of it and onto the riverwalk would be plausible. Since it wasn’t crowded, it might be my best shot all weekend. I didn’t feel a great need to do it, and not that it would be a difficult thing to do, but I figured that it wouldn’t hurt to possibly create some buzz around my blog within the ballhawking community. And it would be pretty cool to say I did the cup-trick off a MLB Landmark.
I staked out a spot at the north side of the bridge where it passes over the riverwalk, where you are able to rent kayaks and stroll along the Allegheny. I didn’t kayak this time around, but it’s definitely something I’d like to try in the future. It would also be cool to long distance kayak to PNC Park (the Allegheny River extends up to Western NY,) but back to the point at hand.
(This picture is taken from this staircase.)
I figured that I would be able to put a baseball on the concrete path and then lower my cup over it. And I probably would have been able to as well, except I ran into a problem. I had been using a new cup that wasn’t weighted down as much as the one that got me a ball in Citizens Bank Park in June. So I would have to can my cup trick as a whole for this weekend and make some improvements when I got back. Oh well.
Now I have to add two things to my baseball bucket list:
- Go kayaking on the Allegheny River.
- Re-attempt the cup trick off the Roberto Clemente Bridge.
As I was packing my cup-trick back up at about 8:20, I got a text from my group that I needed to get to breakfast. So I dead sprinted back to my hotel, and promptly eat a great, big, continental breakfast. (Always eat as much as you can when it’s free.)
We kept walking past the third base side of PNC Park, and I took some pictures of a guy who hit the first home run in Shea Stadium,
Willie “Pops” Stargell…
…which was in front of the Left Field Gate where we would start 10 o’clock tour.
My first steps inside PNC Park:
They first take you to the Left Field Bleachers where you can take photos of an empty ballpark before the tour officially starts.
The tour started with a look at PNC Park’s Negro League Museum. It was built in 2006, making PNC Park the first park to formally honor the Negro Leagues. It was fitting, because the Negro League powerhouse Homestead Grays played only a 15 minutes drive away from where the Pirates play ball today. They also played at the Pirates’ former homer, Forbes Field, where players like Josh Gibson, Cool Papa Bell and nine other future Hall of Famers showcased their talents during Major League Baseball’s darkest days (racially, at least.) You can view the museum at any time after the gates open.
We were then taken to a hallway of where all the behind-the-scenes activity takes place. As we walked through the hallway, we passed by Clint Hurdle’s office. Our tour guide, who was very kind and intelligent, told us that Hurdle will often come and say hello to the groups touring as he goes to and from his office. Since it was a game day, we weren’t allowed into the Pirates clubhouse, but the Pirates substitute it with a video tour of the clubhouse. It was kind of disappointing that we couldn’t go into the clubhouse, but I can completely understand because players and coaches would be arriving in a couple of hours. We then headed to the batting cage…
To inspire their players, the Pirates have a sign listed of all the batting titles they have won outside of the batting cage. Honus Wagner definitely owns this list.
After that, we headed to the best part of the tour. The field! Here are some shots I took from the dugout.
Then we got to walk out on the warning track and dirt path near home plate, but not on the grass.
I really like this picture I took. I love how it details the blades of grass and the dirt, but also picks up the skyline in the backdrop.
The view towards the backstop. The man in the seats is one of the many people who were cleaning throughout the park. None of them had uniforms on though.
A photo of me on the field.
Then we headed up to the press box, which was also a great photo opportunity for the great views that PNC Park offers. I regret not taking any pictures of the actual press box, which was nothing fancy, but I didn’t because my entire tour group was sitting in the press box. I wouldn’t want any of them to show up in one of my posts, not that they would even care if they did stumble upon themselves.
Anyway, here’s the photos:
After the tour, my group headed back to the hotel, and I charged my cameras so they’d be back at 100% for game time. We called a taxi and ate a great lunch at a very cool place that’s no more than 10 minutes from PNC Park. It’s called The Church Brew Works, and it was a Roman Catholic church built in 1902 that closed down in 1993. It was converted into a brewpub/restaurant. It was pretty cool looking around and seeing all the stained glass. All the booths were originally pews that people sat in back when it was called St. John the Baptist Church. I took a photo of it, but it came out blurry because of how the restaurant was lit, so an image from “theaposition.com” will do.
I like how they kept a lot of the features that it formerly had. I can definitely imagine a Sunday mass going on in here. Because of how they restored it, the Church Brew Works is now a city landmark. I thought it was funny how they showcased their brewery right where a statue of Jesus probably was before. Some people really worship their beer.
One thing that surprised me is the amount of Mets fans that turned out to Pittsburgh. As he was walking in, a Mets fan shouted out to me “Lets go Mets!” and the hotel I was staying at was FILLED with Mets fans coming from out-of-town, and I bet the other ones were too. A few of the fans I talked to were from New York City, but I imagine that it would be an easy drive to Pittsburgh for Mets fans from Western New York.
I headed back to the hotel and it was almost approaching an hour before the gates would open at 4:30. I needed to get a season ticket pass to be allowed into the Left Field Bleachers before the general public would at 5 o’clock. Robbie “Scoonz” Sacunas decided to be awesome and dropped his off the night before at the front desk. I stood in line behind a person checking in, and told the man at the front desk (who was short and had glasses) that somebody had dropped something off for me the night before. He then — probably because of my age — laughed and said “I’ll get to you in a minute,” before waiting on a guy who was also checking in. I felt really disrespected by the guy. It would have only taken 5 seconds to get the envelope with the season ticket pass out from below the front desk, but he went on for about 5 minutes checking in the next guy before I decided to switch lines. I was then promptly given the season ticket pass upon asking by a taller young man with glasses who was very nice to me. That’s the only grudge I have with this hotel, but Robbie also said that they made him wait a long time and fill out stuff when he dropped off the pass. Enough of that… off to the game.
I headed off to the game less than ten minutes before the Center Field Gate opened, which was okay because of my proximity to the park. I got in quickly and got the yellow Pirates shirt that they were handing out as a giveaway. I got to the left field bleachers and met Pittsburgh ballhawk Erik Jabs as well as Robbie Sacunas. I thanked Robbie for lending me the season ticket pass, meanwhile Erik Jabs was being a baseball-magnet.
There was some action during Pirates batting practice, but I did underestimate the competition. The bleachers are easy to navigate for the most part, but all three games I went to were sold out. I can definitely say that Pittsburgh has the most competition ballhawking-wise than any park. There are parks where you won’t see any ballhawks at games. At PNC Park, there is a large group of ballhawks, many who I did know, and many more that I did not know. There are a lot of older ballhawks that aren’t on social media, like Jim Saylor who talked with me and told me a lot of tips and stories over the weekend. One of my favorite tips of his went like this:
Jim: If you see a home run land in an empty section, go and get it. Say you didn’t know that you weren’t supposed to go in. And you know what you do if you see another home run go in that section?
Me: Not go in?
Jim: No, go in! Because at that point, even if you get kicked out, you’ll have gone home with two home run balls!
He was very entertaining, and he told me how a home run ball is the best kind of ball you can get, so going home with two is a complete day. He was a lot of help and complimented me later that weekend saying that I have good hands and never drop anything. Meanwhile, as Pirates batting practice came to a close, I still didn’t have a baseball. That was probably due to the fact that I was completely decked out head-to-toe in Mets gear. I thought maybe I should’ve put on my Pirates giveaway shirt, but I’m not really for changing shirts honestly. I don’t mind if others do it, I’m just too big a fan of the Mets to put on any other teams shirt.
As the Pirates relievers who were shagging baseballs cleared out, I noticed that a ball or two were leftover on the grass in Left Field. Josh Satin was walking around the area and picked up both baseballs and threw one to me while I was in the left field corner (Section 133) near the foul pole. The rest of the park had opened up, and the Pittsburgh ballhawks were off to right field already.
A few minutes later while I was in Left Field getting ready for some BP homers, a ball was hit down the left field line and Mets bullpen coach Ricky Bones stood near the wall with the ball in front of a group of Pirates fans. I came over and he jokingly said “Hmmm… I wonder who I’m gonna give it to?” And handed me my second ball of the day, while I was still in section 133. After that, I figured I wouldn’t be able to get another ball in Left Field because the players might recognize me, plus in the bleachers closer to Center Field, the Mets pitchers weren’t tossing much into the crowd.
So I went on to the Right Center Field bleachers where there were much more pitchers shagging fly balls, including Jeremy Hefner. I stationed myself in the front row of section 140, not too close to younger people or other Mets fans. Then a ball came soaring toward me that I thought would be mine. I noticed it would fall short but definitely thought it would clear the fence on a bounce. Instead, it hit the warning track, which was wet because of rain, and sort of died and bounced off the wall about a foot under my glove. Hefner turned around and walked toward the wall where he picked up the ball and tossed it up to me. Jeremy Hefner is a real nice guy who often acknowledges fans and gives a lot of balls to the crowd. He gave me a ball in Philadelphia, and now gave me one across the state in Pittsburgh only weeks later.
I then moved over a section to where guys like Zack Wheeler, Dillon Gee and Matt Harvey were shagging fly balls. A few toss ups came to Mets fans near me. But then a ball was lined to the group shagging in the outfield, and Zack Wheeler (who had just been called up recently) turned around and lobbed the ball up to me for my fourth ball of the day. On that note, I had just broken my single game record of three balls that I got while at Citizens Bank Park, plus Zack Wheeler is probably the best player (or up-and-coming player) to give me a ball. I figured that I was done with getting baseballs in the right center field area, so I headed to the 21 foot fence in right field.
Relievers David Aardsma, LaTroy Hawkins, and bullpen catcher Dave Racaniello were stationed under it and snagging baseballs. While I was up there I met a man who from Illinois (with his son) who was on a little ballpark roadtrip and would be headed up to Progressive Field the next day. We had a nice chat and he got the attention of David Aardsma by asking him if he knew “______,” who was apparently one of Aardsma’s in-laws. Aardsma responded that he did in fact know “______.” I’m not sure if he thought I was his son because we were talking with eachother, but when a ball was right under the right field wall, he tossed up a ball so I would have to reach over and catch it, to the simultaneous “ohhhhs” of people in the stands.
I bobbled the ball a little bit because of the angle I received it at, but I secured it in my glove for my fifth ball of the day. I heard a guy say, “He almost just paid the price just to get that ball.” That made me a little angry inside since my feet never left the ground, it’s not like I was dangling over the rail. I was leaned against the rail with my arms reaching over it. If I hadn’t reached over I wouldn’t have got it. And even if I was being unsafe, 21 feet is a pretty big drop, but depending on how I landed I probably wouldn’t have “paid the price” for it. As I left I saw Robbie and told him how many balls I got and thanked him again for the pass. The man who I had talked to in the RF bleachers also said he was glad that I got a baseball. I love the people I meet at the ballpark.
I headed over to my seats on the third base line when I saw SNY’s sideline reporter Kevin Burkhardt preparing to tell a story on the Mets pre-game show on the first base line, so I headed over to the first base line and took some nice photos of him on air. Burkhardt has been the Mets sideline reporter since 2007 (and we haven’t made the playoffs since… coincedence?) and recently just got news that he’ll be announcing primetime football on Fox Sports. Much deserved.
He then came and signed autographs for a sizable crowd of adoring Mets fans, including those who were wearing shirts from The 7 Line that say “K.B. is my homeboy”
I walked back to my seats, and on my way took a picture of PNC Park from behind home plate, as sprinkles started to return to the weather forecast.
The seats I had were the best I had all weekend. You can’t beat sitting on the third base line and admiring the Pittsburgh skyline as the sun sets on the North Shore.
As the game began, the seats filled up quickly. In all my years of watching the Mets face the Pirates, who would always be below .500 and had historically low attendance, I would have never thought I would attend a weekend that sold out. The Steel City was excited, and seats filled in quickly. At this particular game, no two seats could be bought together.
Eric Young, Jr. started the game off with a single to Center Field. Speed kills, and the Pirates made sure to hold him at first base with Daniel Murphy at the plate.
Unforunately I did not take many more pictures on my phone as I needed to conserve its battery. But a very exciting game was about to take place. After Daniel Murphy flew out to Starling Marte, David Wright came up to the plate to a sea of boos from the Pirates fans.
This was because David Wright did not initially pick Pedro Alvarez in the Home Run Derby, and Alvarez was not selected until after Carlos Gonzalez got injured and needed a replacement. The booing was ridiculous, it made a lot of these fans seem uneducated (I mean a lot had just hopped on the bandwagon.) David Wright could have easily picked Domonic Brown for the Home Run Derby, so I don’t understand why Pirates fans felt so entitled to boo Wright, who is not a player that normally gets booed.
The situation didn’t get better in the next inning when Jeremy Hefner let up a two-run homer to El Toro himself, Pedro Alvarez. I wasn’t watching on TV, obviously, but I could already imagine that all cameras were pointed to David Wright when Alvarez rounded third.
The game went surprisingly quick as both offenses were getting shut down quickly, until the top of the sixth inning when David Wright answered the boos of Bucs fans with a bloop single of his own that scored speedster Eric Young, Jr. In the next inning, Kirk Nieuwenhuis tied the ball game with a home run that carried to right-center field, where Zack Wheeler had given me a ball earlier.
In the bottom of the ninth, Starling Marte led off the inning with a double to left field. On a sacrifice bunt, he would go to third, meaning the Pirates had the tying run on with one out. The odds were against the Mets and my fingers were crossed. Andrew McCutchen was intentionally walked by Scott Rice to face Pedro Alvarez, who was a threat at the plate in his own right. But he struck out swinging as McCutchen went to second base, and Greg Burke came into the game. Russell Martin came up to the plate and was walked by Greg Burke. Though it added the force play, I wished that Burke would have retired a struggling hitter like Martin. Luckily for me, Gaby Sanchez grounded out to get the Mets out of the jam.
In the top of the tenth, the Mets got runners on first and second but were unable to drive them in. Going into the eleventh inning, the Pirates played this scene on the scoreboard from Pirates of the Carribean 3. It even gave me chills as a Mets fan. The Buccos fans were waving their Jolly Roger flags back and forth and screaming “Hoist the Colors!” The best part was when the crowd reacts to “The winds on our side boys, that’s all we need!” Watch for yourself.
The Mets bullpen was being spent and the only available reliever was Gonzalez Germen, who had yet to make an appearance and had an ERA of over 5.00 in AAA Las Vegas. The Mets were living and dying with Germen in the bottom of the eleventh. I was nervous for him as he would be facing McCutchen and Alvarez as his first two batters in the Majors. Germen was a bit wild and walked McCutchen. But in the next at bat, he made El Toro look silly as he struck out swinging. McCutchen would once again advance to second. Russell Martin was again intentionally walked, and Gaby Sanchez hacked against a changeup from Germen that he was way ahead of.
Then Jordy Mercer came up to the plate. I’d seen him play when the Mets faced him and knew he was a pretty weak hitter and was on the Pirates bench for the most part. I thought that Germen had a good chance of getting out of the inning with him up. He delivered a first pitch strike, and then a ball that was high. Mercer then got a walk-off that was so weak that only Jordy Mercer could hit it.
I felt like a Yankees fan after losing the ’01 World Series. I swear I didn’t say a word going back to the hotel room. It was an awkward elevator ride up to my room, filled with Mets and Pirates fans alike. That loss was soooo Mets. But there were still two days ahead to see more of PNC Park, to collect more baseballs, and to see the Mets win a ballgame! Hoist the colors!
The day had finally come. I was finally leaving to go to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, home of the Best Ballpark in America, PNC Park (according to TripAdvisor.) It all started off at about 9 in the morning when I woke up to get ready to leave at about 10 o’clock. There would be no game on the Thursday that we left, but we went the day before and would then stay overnight at our hotel. Before we left, there was one problem.
For the past two weeks I had been looking everywhere in my house to look for my blue Matt Harvey jersey, but failed to find it anywhere. I would be going to three games to cheer on the Mets eight hours away and I probably wouldn’t even look like a die-hard fan, as I only had my Mets All-Star Game t-shirt, as well as a black Mets jersey with no name on the back, that I had never worn. In fact, the Mets don’t even wear it anymore. I hadn’t seen the Harvey jersey since my last baseball trip to Philadelphia. I really didn’t want to go to Pittsburgh without the jersey. So about half an hour before I left, I looked in my garage and opened up some boxes. Luck would have it, I found not only my blue Matt Harvey jersey, but also my white Ike Davis jersey. Now I was in business. It would be a great start to an awesome weekend.
Fast forward past 8 hours of driving and a couple of rest stops (including one that was about an hour) and a major traffic jam in Erie, PA and we finally arrived in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania despite the delays. (The jam was caused by a sixteen wheeler that went off the road and got absolutely demolished in the process. I hope the driver was alright. Here’s the story.)
Coming into the city, all I could say was that it was beautiful. If you’ve ever been to the Steel City, you’d know that coming in from the north (Route 279) you’re in a more forest-like setting, and then the buildings from Downtown Pittsburgh come into view rather surprisingly. I didn’t have my camera out at the time, but here’s the view on Google Maps Street View.
I got all of my stuff settled and prepared my cameras and phone to do some picture-taking before the crowds would come to the game the next night (Friday.) Luckily even past 8 PM it was still very bright out, something I wasn’t used to because the sun sets earlier father east in Schenectady. To give you a birds-eye perspective on how things were laid out in Pittsburgh, click here.
This was the view as I exited my hotel, Hyatt Place North Shore, which was spectacular for the most part. Here you can just see a tiny glimpse of Downtown and the Fort Duquesne Bridge.
The streets were pretty empty, probably because it was a weekday on top of the fact that there was no game that day. On the other hand the North Shore area of Pittsburgh is more of a sports-reliant area with less businesses then downtown. This made the streets emptier, providing a good opportunity to take photos.
After that I headed down to the end of Mazeroski Way (First Base Side,) where the Bill Mazeroski statue is. It’s pretty cool how its weighted down enough that Maz can stand at the angle. This statue celebrates Mazeroski’s World Series winning home run against the Yankees in 1960, the first time a home run had won the series.
I then headed down the stairs to the North Shore Riverwalk, which is a trail down the Allegheny River which passes the Right Field Area of PNC Park. Here is another view of the Fort Duquesne Bridge.
Turn your head to the left, and see the Roberto Clemente Bridge.
By the way, Pittsburgh has the most bridges of any city in the world, and has the nickname “City of Bridges” because of its 446 Bridges. Finding that out was not surprising to me, because it seems that all along the Allegheny River there are bridges. Past the Roberto Clemente Bridge there are two more identical yellow steel bridges called the Andy Warhol Bridge (after the artist) and the Rachel Carson Bridge (after the environmentalist.)Due to all these bridges that connect Downtown and the North Shore, the Clemente bridge being closed on game days is just a minor inconvenience.
Here are some facts that you don’t need to read if you don’t want to: These bridges are also called the 6th, 7th, and 9th Street Bridges, but that isn’t as fun to say. Also, the “North Shore” used to be called the “North Side” but the city of Pittsburgh didn’t think it was fancy enough either. On top of that, the North Shore as a whole used to be a part of “Allegheny City” which was separate from Pittsburgh, before it was annexed in 1907.
I then had to leave to eat a late (but fantastic) dinner at McFadden’s, which is across Mazeroski Way from PNC Park. Though there were no games on this day, it was one of my favorite days of all because I got a good view of one of the most beautiful cities I’ve ever been in. If you haven’t, please get down to PNC Park in Pittsburgh. It’s the best-looking park I’ve ever been to and it should be on every baseball fan’s bucket list.
On Christmas morning I woke up and was pleased to find that I had gotten two tickets to four Mets games throughout the season. I would later find out that one of those games was Mother’s Day, and it was pre-determined that I would go with my mom. About 5 months before the date of the game, I was wondering how the day would work itself out.
Those months had passed, and on Sunday, May 12th, my mom and I would head down to Citi Field to see the Mets take on the Pirates. We woke up at 6 in the morning. Harvey was starting, so I appropriately put on my blue Matt Harvey jersey and would drive from Schenectady to the Albany Train Station. From there we would board the Megabus (Not the train! The Megabus was about 30 dollars cheaper per ticket!) The reason we didn’t drive is because it wouldn’t have been much of a gift to her if SHE had to drive 3 hours on Mother’s Day. She had already had a very big weekend with my sister’s First Communion, and volunteering until 4 in the morning at my brother’s after-prom. Needless to say, she did not get much sleep before the day started.
My mom is not a typical one, as she is pretty knowledgeable about baseball. She grew up with a father who would take her (and eventually me and my siblings) to games in Auburn, NY. My grandfather was a huge baseball fan and was the president of the Auburn Doubledays, and is now on their Wall of Fame for his impact in the community and helping baseball survive in such a small town. When my mother grew up, the Auburn Doubledays were named the “Auburn Mets” (they were the Mets affiliate and had future Miracle Mets like Ed Kranepool, Jerry Koosman, and Tug McGraw (Ya Gotta Believe!) That’s where the Mets connection is from, and why I am such a die-hard Mets fan, even living in a fan-divided family with my Dad being raised just outside the Bronx. As you can probably see, passion for baseball runs in my family. Even then, waking up early to go to a Mets game on Mother’s Day was probably not my mom’s first choice of what she wanted to do.
On the bus, while my mother was trying to sleep (and probably others,) the bus driver kept telling corny jokes and never-ending stories through his microphone. There was one guy laughing, and even then it might have been a pity-laugh. She eventually got some much-needed sleep, and as the bus was arriving in New York, I took a quick shot of the skyline.
This was not a premiere skyline view of NY, with the Empire State Building in back, though. I wish I could have taken a picture while we crossed the Tappan Zee Bridge, which offers a great view of New York, but I had my phone off then, and could not get it on in time to snap a photo. That view means a lot to New Yorkers, because there was a lot of heartbreak after the September 11th terrorist attacks, and some people aren’t yet used to not seeing the twin towers from New York’s many bridges. Now if you’re coming in to New York, you can see “One World Trade Center” which is now the tallest building in the Western Hemisphere (and third in the world.) Two days earlier the antenna on top had been completed and mounted. 13 days earlier, it had surpassed the height of the Empire State Building. (For anybody who would like to see photos from a later trip to the 9/11 Memorial, click here)
When we pulled into NYC, we walked a few blocks to Penn Station. There we would have to go to the E Train, get off at Jackson Heights, and then go to the 7 Train, which would take us to Citi Field. Confusing right? And remember, we live THREE HOURS from New York City, so we go down on occasion. I am in no way a New York Metro Transit expert.
By the time we arrived at Citi Field, the gates had just opened. I was trying to rush to Left Field for Batting Practice, but also not trying to get too far away from my Mom, who was lagging behind. I don’t blame her.
When we got to Left Field, she sat down and I was waiting for the Pirates to hit a few BP Homeruns. A few came within proximity, none close enough to catch though. A few sections over I could see someone who might have been the record-holder for most balls snagged at MLB Stadiums, Zack Hample. He has collected well over 6,000 Major League balls (I was only a few balls behind him at the time… with 2,) and has snagged at least one for over 900 straight games. The reason I’m saying “over” is because when this is published, If I say an exact number it will probably be outdated. I made sure it was him before approaching him. He had already gotten 7 balls, more than 3 times the balls I had at that point in the season since I started ballhawking, so I’m not sure how serious he took me. He kindly greeted me and we talked for a short moment about snagging balls, and whether the Mets would have BP before he spotted a ball laying on the warning track on the first base line and said “Now, should I go glove-trick that?” He was quickly off to the races (thats the urgency of ballhawking) and I didn’t see him again through the day, except from afar when he nearly got a Mother’s Day Ball from behind the Mets dugout. Since then, I got his book, “The Baseball” and it’s been very enjoyable. I’ve read the page from cover-to-cover. I thought I was a baseball expert before I read this book, but I learned a lot of cool things I didn’t know before from the book about the sport and the baseball itself. Being a rookie ballhawk, the tips at the end for ballhawks are very in-depth and have helped me out a lot this season. I brought this book with me and re-read some of the tips on the way to Philadelphia. I suggest anybody that’s interested in baseball history, facts, or ballhawking go get it. Now.
Shortly after he left Batting Practice ended, and I became nervous, hoping I wouldn’t get shut-out. There was a sizable crowd of people leftover from watching Pirates batting practice, and then a couple of Pirates playing catch in the outfield, including A.J. Burnett and (I believe) Travis Snider, along with Jeanmar Gomez and the Pirates bullpen catcher. Eventually people started to clear out and a few teenage boys left after shouting a few “Hey A.J!”s. I watched from the railing for about 10 minutes. Here is a picture from Chris Hernandez’ blog: The Ballhawker. There I am in the stands with the blue shirt in the Left Field if you want to try and find me.
It shows me looking on only moments before I would receive my prized possession. I believed that if A.J. Burnett saw that I wasn’t just coming for a second to ask for a ball that I’d have a better shot at getting it. When a few more people started coming I thought I better ask before they do, so while he was throwing I said “Hey A.J! Can you throw me the ball when you’re done with it?” He looked over, and then motioned his glove as to say “move over into the aisle.” I think that way if the ball went over me it would go into the aisle and a seat behind me where someone else would try to grab it. He threw it so I would only have to slightly lean over into the Party City Deck to grab it! Here’s the ball:
A.J. Burnett seems like a fan-friendly guy, I saw him chatting with Pirates fans and signing autographs at R.A. Dickey’s 20th win last year. I was happy that I got a ball for the third straight game, and though I only got the minimum in each, I did them all in different ways: getting John Buck’s foul ball, Ian Desmond’s BP Homer, and now A.J. Burnett’s toss-up.
It was a bit chilly so I showed my mom the Caesar’s Club (taking advantage of what my ticket allows) before heading to the seats. I asked my Mom if she would rather relax in the Caesar’s Club for the game but she decided she’d rather sit and enjoy the game. This is what the view was like.
I later saw some empty seats a section over in the first row:
One thing I like about the Club Level is that, since it’s private, you can seat-hop (within the level) more without the ushers caring. That’s probably because they know you’re not going from the upper decks to the field level.
Except for every once in a while, this is not really foul ball territory. Nothing came here all game. I’m not one to move around and such, after batting practice is over, I’m more focused on the game. I’m pretty emotionally attached to the Mets, win or lose.
In this matchup, it was Jeanmar Gomez vs. Matt Harvey. Because it was Mother’s Day, the players were using pink bats, pink batting gloves, and even pink baseballs in support of Breast Cancer Awareness. Zack Hample and Chris Hernandez both got some pink souvenirs that day.
I was really hoping that Harvey would shut down the Bucs, but I knew the offense had been slumping lately. Either way, the Mets got on the board first in the bottom of the second when Lucas Duda launched a home run to center field. All Andrew McCutchen could do was watch. Take a look: http://mlb.mlb.com/mlb/gameday/index.jsp?gid=2013_05_12_pitmlb_nynmlb_1&mode=video&content_id=27054713&tcid=vpp_copy_27054713.
In the top of the third inning, Clint Barmes lined a homer to Left Field. A man not known for his power just hit a homer off one of the best pitchers in baseball. Tied 1-1. It happens: http://wapc.mlb.com/play/?content_id=27055291&game_pk=undefined. Later, Garrett (G.I.) Jones delivered a sac fly to take the lead. 2-1.
(Sorry neither of those videos are able to be embedded, so you have to follow the link!)
Immediately following, one of the coolest catches I had ever seen happened. Juan Lagares, just brought up because of his defensive abilities made a terrific circus catch in Center Field. You see something new every day!
Not much happened until the bottom of the seventh, when Mike Baxter blooped a single into Left Field to score John Buck. http://wapc.mlb.com/play/?content_id=27060911&game_pk=undefined
In the next inning, Pedro Alvarez helped the Buccos regain the lead with a base knock:
The Mets would’ve probably tied it in the bottom of the eighth, but some bad luck got in the way. Daniel Murphy, who had been struggling lately, got on base with a one-out double. One out and a runner in scoring position meant the odds were in the Mets favor. David Wright followed with a walk, and Murphy advanced to third on a past ball (they threw him all off-speed stuff. You scared Buccos?)
Ike Davis was now up. Uh-oh. The struggling slugger was hitting below the Mendoza Line and was the Mets’ equivalent to A-Rod during the 2012 Playoffs. He was playing like he should’ve been in the minor leagues, and he further proved it by striking out on four pitches in a big situation. The Mets fan base was so frustrated with him at the time. Thank God he got sent to the minors finally. (He’s regained himself it seems, as he was named the Pacific Coast League’s Player of the Week. That one will go on the shelf!) At least David Wright stole second on the strikeout.
Now Lucas Duda, who had crushed a home run before, was up at the plate with two runners in scoring position. The lefty lined a shot down the first base line! Had the Mets just tied the game? No: http://wapc.mlb.com/play?content_id=27064425
WTF BRO. That left me speechless and a little disheartened. In typical Mets-fashion, it took an unlucky ricochet off the bag. Second Baseman Brandon Inge got under it and threw it to Mark Melancon for the final out.
Maaan. Kind of a sour ending. After that, the momentum shifted to the point that we were already out of the game. Matt Harvey did have a solid performance, and I did extend my streak to three games with a baseball (in three different ways.) I slept all the way back to Albany when we went back on Amtrak.
Here are some photos from the 9/11 Memorial. (Click to enlarge)
On Friday, June 21st my school year finally came to an end. After school, I started packing up all my gear, including my Mets clothes, my glove, and my new cup-trick. We would head to stay with my older (grown-up) sister in New Jersey who lives about an hour and a half away from Citizens Bank Park. (It may seem long to some of you, but it’s over four hours from Albany. And I’m used to traveling three hours to get to Citi Field.)
After staying overnight in New Jersey, I woke up at about 9AM and we took the thirty minute drive to Metropark Train Station for a train leaving at 10:49. We would take the New Jersey Transit train from Metropark to Trenton, and then get off and connect to SEPTA (The Southeastern Pennsylvania Transportation Authority) whose northernmost station is Trenton. From there we would go to Philadelphia’s 30th Street Station, where we’d have to take two more subways to finally get to Citizens Bank Park.
Planes, Trains, and Automobiles! That seems like a complicated plan. And indeed it was. My mom doesn’t like driving in big cities like Philadelphia, so this was our best option.
But we found out that New Jersey Transit sucks. The plan was to get to Citizens Bank Park before the 1:35 gate opening time for the 4:05 Game. But since our train from Metropark to Trenton broke down and had a 15 minute delay, we missed the connection train to Philadelphia. This meant we would have to get on the next train to Philadelphia, a whole hour later. It was a stressful hour, but there was nothing I could have done to make the situation better. Especially when I looked at the time and saw that we probably could be getting to Citizens Bank Park by the time the next train took off, just before the clock hit 1PM.
To make a long story short, we got to Citizens Bank Park at about 2:30, an hour after the gates opened. It was pretty crowded in the stands, and my first stop was in Left Field, as the Mets took batting practice and Mets pitchers were warming up down the third base line. Unforunately, requests for balls from Bobby Parnell and LaTroy Hawkins were unsuccessful, even though there were few Mets fans. I decided to not waste any time, and I would go over to the right field stands where it was less crowded and it would be much easier to get batted balls and toss-ups.
Then I saw this.
I had only seen the famous stacked bullpens on TV before. I was amazed at how close you can get to the players and coaches. What an awesome job by the designers of Citizens Bank Park. I watched Greg Burke loosen up in the pen, took a few pictures, and then noticed I was the only Mets fan around. Cha-ching.
I had a friendly encounter with the Mets pitching coach Dan Warthen, whose head is at the bottom of the picture above. I noticed he had an extra ball in his hand as he watched Burke warm up with catcher Anthony Recker. I said “Hey, Dan.” Notice no exclamation point, you don’t even have to yell. You are close enough to have a non-yelling conversation with the people in the top bullpen.
He slowly turned around, and I said “Could I have that extra ball?” He looked at me for a second before turning towards Dave Racaniello and saying “You’ll have to ask him, he’s in charge of that.”
So I said, “Hey, Dave, could I have a ball?”
He motioned as if to say “Go on…” I then realized I forgot to say please.
“Please,” I smiled.
“Here you go,” he said, smiling back, and flipping me the ball.
I then headed over to the right-center field area. Most balls were being pulled down the line, but of course it was more crowded over there. I first checked to see if any balls were lying in the bottom of the bullpen. None in sight.
So I settled around here, where Scott Rice and Jeremy Hefner were shagging fly balls.
Once again, no Mets fans around. Then the batter ripped one towards Scott Rice. It all happened quickly, but I said “Could you toss it to a Mets fan?!” Unfortunately Rice was already in his motion to launch the ball back, but it at least got the attention of Hefner. He then nodded as if to say “I gotcha, brotha. Next time a ball comes to me, it’s all yours brotha.” I imagine Hefner being a gangsta.
Sure enough, Hefner got a ball coming to him a few minutes later. He made sure this one was all his. He got it in his glove, and then turned around and fired a strike towards me. What a cool guy! (He’s having a good year, too. Not much run support, though.)
He’s cool enough to tweet me back after I thanked him too. You are a legend, Mr. Hefner. (Read these tweets after if you don’t want the ending to the game to be spoiled!)
Then I saw a ball hanging idle over by “The Angle” I did not know if it was close enough to the wall to retrieve, but I thought it was worth the shot. For those who don’t know, this is what the angle is.
I got over there quickly, and the ball was still there. The people around me who were Mets fans were watching in amazement. They took pictures and were talking about it as I lowered the cup down. Then a Mets player rolled another ball over to the wall. So I then attempted to get that one, because it was closer. As I was lowering my cup down a shot literally came right below me and banked off the fence, just missing the cup too. There were now three balls in the area (And the Mets batter hit more in the general vicinty.) It was perhaps too far down the wall to reach, but I also did not have enough time to extend down over the fence to get, it.
And then Scott Rice came over. He tossed one of the two balls up to the crowd and said “Let me take a look at this contraption.” I was in awe, and very nervous. I was not only doing the cup-trick (that I’d never tested at a stadium before) in front of a crowd of fans, but also a Major League Baseball player that I had previously only seen on TV. Come to think of it, I’m not sure I’ve ever had a conversation with a MLB player.
So I dropped the cup down, lowering it over the ball. When I picked it up, the ball did not stay. I hoped that Rice wouldn’t leave after seeing it fail, but he didn’t. I said “This is my first time using this. I just have to adjust the rubber bands.” He watched and smiled as I then successfully dropped the cup over the ball and lifted it up. I can remember one woman who was a Mets fan saying “it worked!” as I reeled the ball up and thanked Rice for watching.
My third ball on the day. Aww yeah. It was my first multi-ball game. I got all three of my baseballs within the span of about thirty minutes, and batting practice was drawing to a close. I was now averaging one baseball a game (six balls, six games. Three, of course, were at this particular one.) I took this next picture later on after returning to my seats. Two were labeled practice balls, and the one from the bullpen was very well-rubbed.
I then saw a ground rule double bounce into the batter’s eye, filled with shrubs and greenery. That gave me an idea to try to see if I could find any baseballs that I could reel in with the cup-trick. I didn’t see any, but I talked with a Phillies fan who said he couldn’t imagine how many were hidden in there. I then thought I saw a ball on the opposite side, that would be reachable from Memory Lane, left of the stacked bullpens.
When I got over there, I peered in to try to find the ball, but I couldn’t see anything, and I figured it must’ve been an optical illusion. Then another Phillies fan said “Do you see any baseballs?” That started a conversation.
“I thought I saw one before, but I can’t find it in there now,” I replied.
“Were you going to climb in?” He said.
I laughed a little bit in my head. I didn’t know if he was serious or not. Either way, I told him “The ushers don’t let you down there. But I have this contraption that scoops up baseballs.” I went on to explain the cup-trick and how the rubber bands help the ball stay in place. He seemed genuinely interested.
I scanned the field, and batting practice looked as if it were ending. I was completely fine with three balls today, actually happy because I was nervous of being shutout after we arrived late. But with help from the Mets players, I got three balls and was feeling good as the field began getting prepared for play.
I got a Philly Cheesesteak at Campo’s in right field. I knew I wanted one before I left Philadelphia, and I noticed the short line. I got a 10 dollar cheesesteak and a 6 dollar souvenir cup. It was just okay, but a little underwhelming. It wasn’t great. But I also forgot that the suggested place to get the famous food of Philadelphia is Tony Luke’s, not Campo’s. Oh well.
On my way up to my seats, I took some photos that I thought were pretty cool:
I reached my seats and met with my Mom who had been there for a while. I snapped a few pictures, one of the first things I noticed was the views. Citizens Bank Park not only offers great views of the field, but spectacular views of what’s outside the stadium.
Also, If you’re a football fan as well, behind the first base side you have a good photo opportunity of the Eagle’s Home, Lincoln Financial Field. But I was here to watch baseball!
This was my view of the game (and what a game it was.) The tickets here aren’t cheap, and two tickets here cost $100 (fees included) for this particular game. I suggest you buy secondary market if the price is right. Otherwise, these seats are the same price as the outfield seats on the field level if that’s where you’d like to sit. Because of timing, I was unable to lock up seats on this level behind home in the first row. That would have been spectacular, and they were the same price. The game was sold out, so someone must have had the same idea!
At the game, it was almost 90 degrees out. It was hot, but not to the point where it was unbearable. I drank a couple of bottles of water and also ate a “Philadelphia Water Ice” which is a regional frozen treat. It is almost like a snow-cone, but it is shaved much finer. If you’re at Citizens Bank Park over the summer, it’s a great way to cool down. Eat it slowly — or you’ll get brain freeze. But keep in mind that the third base line gets to sit in shade all game!
The Phillies got ahead in the bottom of the first, as Ryan Howard singled in Chase Utley and Michael Young for the first two runs of the game. In the top of the third, Jordany Valdespin grounded into a fielder’s choice, but also got in RBI in the process. Then in the top of the fourth, I saw something odd.
Phillies pitcher Jonathan Pettibone’s thoughts must have been elsewhere when he was standing on the mound. The quick thinking Daniel Murphy took advantage of the short mental lapse and took second while Pettibone was not paying attention. He beat the throw to second, and the Phillies fans were disgusted.
One behind me wasn’t mad at Pettibone, but Murphy for stealing the base, which is just stupid. What he said was “THAT’S BUSH LEAGUE! That’s a bunch of Little League stuff!” Well, maybe Pettibone should have learned in Little League to keep his wits about him while on the mound.
The score remained 2-1 until the bottom of the fourth when Ryan Howard came to the plate and got his third RBI on a solo homer to left field.
Right after, Domonic Brown doubled, and Ben Revere singled to right field and the Phillies got their fourth run. In the bottom of the fifth, they continued where they left off and Michael Young and Ryan Howard (with his fourth RBI!) scorched back-to-back jacks and the Phillies were ahead 6-1. I was very embarrassed.
And that embarassment continued when Ben Revere stole in the third. He would have been safe by a mile. But no. John Buck decided to throw it down, and he airmailed it into right field. Revere raced home to score. 7-1, Phillies.
“It ain’t over, till it’s over” -Yogi Berra.
In the top of the seventh, Philadelphia’s reliever Michael Stutes toed the rubber. It was a bad innning for Philadelphia. Despite a nice stop by Michael Young on a John Buck hit, he rushed the throw and pulled Ryan Howard off the bag. He had plenty of time with John Buck running. Then Kirk Nieuwenhuis came to the plate and drew a walk. Omar “Q” Quintanilla lined a gapper to right field, scoring Buck, and leaving Kirk at third base. Josh Satin came to the plate and drew a walk, loading the bases.
Justin De Fratus came in to relieve the dreadful situation, but Eric Young, Jr. lined a hard shot into the left field gap, scoring two, and leaving two runners in scoring position as the score was now shortened to 7-4. The Mets tacked on one more run on a Jordany “JV1″ Valdespin ground-out. 7-5.
In the ninth, Jonathan Papelbon came on to close out the game. Eric Young, Jr. grounded out on what was an extremely close play at first base, and some think might have been a blown call by umpire Adrian Johnson. Mets fans know Adrian Johnson well, from when he helped Johan Santana get a no-hitter after Carlos Beltran lined a ball down the third base line that kicked up chalk. Nonetheless, on June 1st, 2012 the Mets ended up with their first no-hitter anyway.
One more thing was in his way. With one out, Jordany Valdespin came to the plate once again. If you’re not a fan of either the Mets or Phillies, you may not know what I’m talking about. But Valdespin absolutely crushes Papelbon, and the two always seem to face when the game is close. Valdespin, with his wild swing, deposited a ball deep into the right field seats, getting his second homer off of Papelbon in just six at bats to get the Mets within a run. Simply Amazin’.
And then David Wright came to the plate. (He’s now taken the lead in the All-Star Game vote, and will also be representing the Mets in the Home Run Derby at Citi Field.) He lined a sharp grounder to Michael Young, who fumbled the ball and allowing Wright to reach first on the error. Marlon Byrd then came to the plate, getting under the ball a bit too much and flying out to right fielder John Mayberry, Jr. The Mets were down to their last out.
David Wright took off towards second. At the same time, Daniel Murphy lasered a ball past Jimmy Rollins, who vacated his position to cover second base, and the ball headed towards left center field. As Ben Revere approached the ball, he booted it! Third base coach Tim Teufel waved him home as ferociously as I’ve ever seen. The game was now tied!
The inning came to the end. And it seemed that I was still celebrating the moment in my mind and wondering how long the game would go… when the crowd erupted. Kevin Frandsen took the second pitch from Carlos Torres and blasted it to Left Field.
And that really pisses me off. Hold a lead, bullpen! This is not the first time this has happened. The fact that the Mets bullpen has been notorious for blowing games for such a long time is really disappointing to the Mets fan base. I don’t know how I would sleep at night if my team just heroically tied a game in the ninth and I blew the game to a no-name when most fans weren’t even settled in for the inning.
For the most part, the bullpen this year has been better than that of previous years, and it’s been the offense that has cost Matt Harvey, and other starters many wins. I don’t care if the Mets are rebuilding, I don’t care whether it’s the offense or bullpen that blows a game down the road. The Mets need to stop becoming so accepting of garbage like this.
I’m not a big ranter, but I felt like I needed to get that off my chest. It wasn’t the greatest end to the day, but I got three baseballs at a great ballpark that I’ll surely be back to one day. My first multi-ball game was a memorable one and I’ll never forget my first cup-trick or interacting with Mets players. So long Philadelphia, I’m heading back home!
- 3 Baseballs at this game.
- 6 baseballs divided by 6 games = 1 baseball per game average.
- Second stadium of the year.
- Attendance = 45,725
- Competition Factor= 137,135
Over Christmas Vacation, my presents included a four-pack for four games on Sunday, and a Saturday Mets-Nationals Game on April 20th. Luckily, the first game of the four pack was the day after on the 21st, all adding up to an awesome weekend. Also, I’m unable to upload photos that I took at the moment. But I hope you can enjoy this anyway and I’ll try to get them added as soon as possible. Sorry for anybody looking forward to them.
My older brother Patrick (18 years old,) and sister Sarah (30 years old,) left at 8:40 from Schenectady to make the three-hour drive to Queens, NY to meet our other sister (Allison) that lives a 10 minute drive from the park, along with her boyfriend. We met up and ate brunch before the game. As we waited and waited for our food I couldn’t help but look at the clock and notice that we were going to miss batting practice. We didn’t leave until after the gates had already opened, and my impatience made us scrap our original plans to take the 7 train, as it would take far too long.The first game was at 3:30PM on Saturday and it’s promotion was “Bark in the Park,” where dogs are allowed to attend a game at Citi Field with their owner. Gio Gonzalez and Jeremy Hefner were the starters. They had a pre-game dog parade filled with every type of dog, from Chihuahuas, to Pugs, to Poodles, and Golden Retrievers.
I saw the last at bat of batting practice and one home run ball went into a section near us. I was disappointing as I thought it would have been a good day to get a ball and it was somewhat of a wasted day for BP. Either way I was excited for the game, and we headed up to our cheap seats in the Promenade Reserve. Were they great? No, we couldn’t see the left fielder, Bryce Harper because of obstruction. We stayed in our seats until the second inning when Ian Desmond lined a quick solo-shot into the left field stands. By that time we spotted my Mom’s friend who is a big baseball fan in much better seats on the third base side in the lower bowl. So Patrick and I decided that we’d go to the Shake Shack and after see if we couldn’t get into those seats.
While in line to get a couple of Black and White Shakes and Shackburgers, Patrick and I heard some roars from the crowd and saw on the televisions that young phenom Bryce Harper had hit a two run shot deep to right field into the bullpen, making it 3-0. After getting our food we headed to section 129 towards the foul pole, where my Mom’s friend was sitting. He was nice enough to try to bribe the usher into letting us into the section, but the usher said he wouldn’t take any tips, and just let us go into the section anyway! By this time the fourth inning was starting.
The top of the fourth went smoothly as the Mets finally held the Nationals scoreless. It was the bottom half of this inning that would be the most eventful. David Wright tripled to lead off the inning after hitting a laser down the right field line. Next up would be John Buck, whose currently leading the National League in RBI’s. He worked a count and fouled off a lot of pitches before walking, which seems pretty uneventful until you know that one of those foul balls went to me — my first ever! As John Buck skied one in the air I knew it was coming in my direction. I went out into the aisle, but the ball sailed just past me landing right near where I was sitting before. I thought it was a goner. Lucky for me, my mom’s friend wasn’t paying attention to protect his two grown up daughters, (He saw it go up in the air and didn’t think it was coming our way,) and one of them attempted to catch it, but it hit off her hand (she was completely fine.) But when it hit off of her hand I stuck my glove out and got the ball! I also knocked over my mom’s other friends beer just a bit, and now my first ball has a slight scent of alcohol. I’ll remember which one it was by smell now! I did not expect to get a ball that day after missing BP, so I was extra-excited to get my first MLB foul ball.
Next up was the struggling Ike Davis. He hit one back to Gio Gonzalez who threw it over to first. He grounded out but advanced John Buck to second. Next, Marlon Byrd was up. He reached base, but only because he hit a grounder to third baseman Chad Tracy who threw home to get David Wright out. With two out, the inning seemed lost. Except in the next at-bat, Lucas Duda walked to load the bases. Collin Cowgill would deliver as he hit a 1-1 pitch to left to score Buck and Byrd. Duda would advance to second as the Mets were within one run. Ruben Tejada made an early pinch-hit appearance for the failing starter Jeremy Hefner an walked to once again load the bases. Justin Turner and Daniel Murphy would hit back to back singles to cap off the Mets five-run inning.
In the next inning the lead would all go down the drain as Adam LaRoche put the Nats ahead once again with one swing of the bat, a three-run homer to right field. By this time the rest of our group had joined us in our section. $15 dollars each for seats on the third base line? Not bad.
We watched the 7 Line Army cheer on the Mets in Center.
The next innings went by quickly, and my brother Patrick left early to go to a concert that he won tickets to. When the bottom of the seventh came, John Buck (who was now a god-like figure to me for hitting the foul ball) delivered once again with a double to left field that scored Daniel Murphy. He was having quite a month of April.
Then again, in typical Mets fashion, they blew the lead immediately after the next inning when Bryce Harper came to the plate and shelled a Josh Edgin pitch into the Mets bullpen. To make it worse, there were annoying fans behind us that were probably intoxicated. If it wasn’t alcohol that they’d have a little bit too much of, it was “4/20″ so you can draw your own conclusions. Our group quietly chuckled as one women behind us laughed like they were a witch. I heard a stranger say “pour water on her!” That’s a Wizard of Oz reference, by the way. The Mets didn’t threaten the lead after that, as the Nationals have a pretty solid relief staff. John Buck came up to the plate with David Wright on, two out, nobody on base. If he could tie it (or win it) right here, my day would be complete. That would also be a little cliché, but I was anxious to see if it could happen.
If anybody could come through, it would be the hot John Buck. Not today though. He lined up the first pitch that Rafael Soriano threw to him right to Ian Desmond (remember him,) who threw to second for a force out. It was quite a game, and I was sad that the Mets lost. But I couldn’t keep my head down for long as I had got my first Major League Baseball on the record (after getting shutout Opening Day) and I had a whole ‘nother day of baseball ahead of me. And tomorrow it was just me and my brother, and I was determined to arrive on time for BP. I only saw the last 10 minutes of Opening Day’s Batting Practice because I took way too much time eating tailgate hotdogs and lost track of time.
Because of this, I came in and immediately saw how crowded Left Field was. Dang. I knew it would be because of Opening Day, but the first few aisles of Left Field were so over-packed that there were more people than seats squeezed into the front rail. Due to that, I ended up being relegated to Right Field, which is not a premium spot if you want to get home runs. See, it’s squeezed under the Pepsi Porch, so you’d need a lefty to line a pretty hard one and wedge it into a small gap. And that’s not very likely. Plus, many RF homers fall into the Mo’s Zone, or bullpen. The first few rows were pretty crowded, but really not bad at all for Opening Day. I s
We woke up early, got a light breakfast in Queens, and our sisters drove us up to the park. The closest you can get to Citi Field by vehicle is on 126th street (which has the green line going through it.
When you get there, Citi Field is to your left, which is so clean and majestic looking. It’s a whole different world if you turn your head the other way. Roads covered in a thick layer of dirt, puddles that have been there forever because of lack of drainage. Completely scrapped cars stacked 20 feet high. If it’s not impoverished, It sure doesn’t seem that way. The city of New York has been trying to take out this undesirable eyesore and replace it with more appealing businesses, something I support. I don’t know why there are so many automobile-related business here, but that’s all there seems to be. I hope by the time I grow up, all of that is a thing of the past, and there can be a real ballpark neighborhood to go to before and after the game in Flushing.
We waited for only a few minutes for the gates to open, which I believe opened late. This caused a long line to accumulate. Once the gates started opening, the line moved slowly as bags were being checked. It was no longer a quick pat of the bag anymore, even if you were an 80-year-old women. It was days after the Boston bombing and security was on alert. For the first time, our bags had been checked thoroughly. I had my camera and phone in my pocket, causing a lump on the side of my pants. On Opening Day this was no big deal. It had been only 20 days, yet so much had changed.
We walked into the stadium, got our Ron Darling bobbleheads, and immediately rushed to Left Field. It was pretty crowded, as it should have been for a rivalry game, with nice weather, and a promo. It seemed like everybody at batting practice had a glove in hand. A pretty big crowd was along the lines waiting for a toss-up. If I went there my chances were slim to none of getting a ball. Both the Mets and Nationals had some power bats and I was on alert. A few were hit our way, and three fans got balls before I did.
A righty, Ian Desmond was coming up. I had personally seen him hit for some power on TV when the Mets face the Nats, but Since I hadn’t gotten anything yet, I started checking my phone for updates on Twitter and Instagram (Don’t do this, be on alert!) I was stationed between two sections in the middle of an aisle, (it allows for pretty good range.) I heard a crack of the bat but didn’t think much of it. My brother pat yelled “Hey!” and I quickly looked up and a ball was headed towards the section to my left, not to far away. It was a shot and was over my head. As I ran, I put my phone in my pocket. A Nationals fan was running up in attempt to catch the ball. I knew I’d have no chance against this guy, who looked closer to 30 than 20. The best I could hope for was a ricochet. And that’s exactly what happened. A beautiful ricochet. That clanked off a seat four rows behind me and DIRECTLY into my aisle. I beat the Nationals fan to it.
To other ballhawks, this might not seem like much. But considering I just started this season and I got two balls in two games made me feel like I was on top of the world. This is not an easy thing to do at Citi Field. My brother congratulated me and took a picture of me with it. He then asked me if I wanted to get some Shake Shack since I had achieved getting a ball. I declined, saying I didn’t want to leave. “Now you’re just getting greedy” Patrick said.
I’m perfectly happy with one ball, and I didn’t try as hard for one after my first one. No great opportunity to get a ball came after Pat left to get food. Only one-or-two balls came to Left Field after Ian Desmond was done hitting. After the Nats were done hitting, the grounds crew came to clear the field, and the Mets were not taking BP. If I hadn’t gotten a ball yet, I might’ve started going into panic mode, but I was still admiring the ball I got and was completely fine with it. Patrick came back with the Shackburgers and Black and Whites. The announcement to return to your seats had not come yet, so we used the time to sit down and relax.
On the Shake Shack note. It’s very good. But it’s also not worth the wait in line half the time. There has been times where you’d have trouble getting through the concourses because of the mile-long lines at the Shake Shack. So be smart, and get there early so you won’t have to miss three innings.
As it got closer to game time, we got to our seats, which were much better than the upper deck ones the night before. These were Club Level, Third Base side:
It was a bit chilly, so about 40 minutes before the game started, until the time when the starting lineups were being announced we relaxed in the nice, warm, and a bit crowded Caesar’s Club. (This is not an original photo from the game)
I wouldn’t go here during the game, simply because there is no view of the field. But if you’re in the middle of a rain delay, or the game hasn’t started, or you just need a comfy place to sit, this is the place to do it. We had great views of The 7 Train, Arthur Ashe Stadium (US Open) and the Unisphere, as well as planes coming and leaving from LaGuardia Airport. And I’ll tell you, it’s a lot better than the swirling winds in the concourses.
Another interesting thing is that you pass the control room on the way in and out of it. Here is where they operate the scoreboard:
On the Club Level, it’s extremely well-kept. It’s completely private to those who have seats on your level, but won’t break the bank and is filled with fans in Mets hats and jerseys, not suits and ties. There is a private bar and TV’s lining the concourse and everything is extremely clean. Once we got into our seats, we stayed in them for a while. Dillon Gee pitched a 4 hit gem , and my man John Buck hit a moonshot into the Left Field Landing! What a shot!
There were a couple of “Nationals Fans” in front of us once we moved down. They were actually just yuppies from Washington D.C. who wanted to see a baseball game and saw that the Nationals were in town. Well they were pretty annoying. They knew little about baseball, yet cheered when the Nats got a hit, and the man was wearing what you’d think somebody would wear out to a night in Cape Cod.
On a side-note: that day Anthony Rendon started at third base in place of the [then] injured Ryan Zimmerman. It’s interesting how quickly he made it to the Majors after being a top pick by the Nats in 2011. He was an everyday starter for the Short-Season Auburn Doubledays in the New York-Penn League only last year! He went 0-4 with 2 K’s that game so it seems he may need more minor-league service time down in Syracuse.
The Mets would win 2-0, and it was good that we would leave New York on a good note. Pat and I took the Amtrak back upstate and I couldn’t wait for the next time I would go to a Mets game.
First off I would like to apologize for the long hiatus of Take The 7 To Citi. I have no plans on quitting, and have attended 4 games this season (Opening Day, April 20th & 21st, and May 12th) and plan to do blog posts on all of them despite being way behind, especially with the Opening Day post. The reason I haven’t got to posting that is because I had some awesome pictures from the event but have been unable to upload them. Along with that, the second post which is a combination-post of the two games I attended later that month has been started and is on the way soon, as well as my Ballpark Rankings, that are near-done but I have put on the back shelf. I think many other bloggers agree that balancing school and posting is not always easy, and I assure you that posts will become more frequent when school lets out on June 21st.
Let me cut to the chase.
On May 14th I came home from school, and was on the computer when my brother came in and said that my Mom needed to talk to me right now. Immediately thoughts started racing through my head on what it was about and when I picked up the phone I said “What did I do!?” In excitement she told me that she just got an e-mail from SNY (The Mets regional network) that said I was one of ten finalists for the SNY Kidcaster Contest. How did I get in? The contest asked that the we describe our favorite part of going to games at Citi Field. This is what I submitted to the contest:
It’s hard to single out one great thing about going to a Mets game, because there’s many small things that add up to an incredible experience. For some it starts when they’re on the 7 Train and see the first glimpses of Citi Field, surrounded by other excited fans. For others it’s when they step off and see “Mets-Willets Point.” For me it becomes real when I walk through the gates of the beautiful Jackie Robinson Rotunda. It’s a perfect entrance that gives you that special feeling that you can’t explain.
The rest of the e-mail basically said that me and nine others have been invited to the SNY Studios (near Rockefeller Center and Radio City Music Hall) for Tuesday, May 21st. There I will have to announce three plays, the “final strikeout of Johan Santana’s no-hitter, a walk-off hit, and a great defensive play.” The winner will be able to announce a half inning of the Subway Series next to Gary Cohen, Keith Hernandez, and Ron Darling!
I’ve been thinking of what to say, and I’m not trying to be cocky, but I feel like if I do my best I will have a solid shot at getting it. That would be the best prize I could’ve ever wished for, and I can’t wait for Tuesday!
Wish me luck!