Friday, April 23, 2010

Best. Seats. Ever.

Thursday night our good friend John gave us tickets to go see our first Mets game of the year. So, we got all Mets'd up and headed off to the 7 train!

Yeah, my girls look good in blue and orange.

We got to the stadium and headed into the Jackie Robinson rotunda and as we were standing there preparing to go up the escalator a woman approached us and asked if we knew where we were sitting. I said yes and she asked where. "Upper deck, behind home plate." She asked if it was just the three of us and after I said yes, she said Maire was so cute in her Mets gear, clutching Mr. Met that she was going to upgrade us... and boy did she.

We followed her through a special door and right past the visitor's clubhouse, past a club where she told us we would have nice private bathrooms, free food and drinks till the 5th inning and nice seats and tables to watch the game on plasmas if it got too cold... um, ok, wonder where our seats are we thought. Then she took us to an usher to led us past the first row of seats people can buy (which go for $460/seat) and right to the wall behind home plate.

Can't get any closer than that.

Misty kept threatening to touch the Soriano's butt. She didn't, but she could have.

The Stiers fam and Mr. Met, enjoying the sweet seats.

Caution Soto... Maire just might take you out!

Mr. Met came out on the field (you can just make him out on the far left) and Maire went ballistic. She LOVES Mr. Met. When he left the field she spent the whole rest of the 1/2 inning whimpering for him to return.

Misty and Maire carrying the breastfeeding torch on SNY tv as we could be seen many times during the broadcast. By far the coolest place they've done this.

Man, that Johan Santana can really pitch! Yeah, on top of it all, we got to see Johan pitch. Last time Maire saw him pitch was her first game ever, at Shea Stadium in 2008, that's when our buddy Mangan got us in the luxury suite. Maybe we should only go to Johan games. Also, notice the bat boy over Maire's shoulder. Cub's batboy (30 maybe 40 some year old guy), super nice and he and Maire hit it off and that resulted in...

Her first foul ball!!!!!

K-Rod was in to save the game and he was pitching to Mike Fontenot. Foul ball dribbler came to our side and the ballboy ran out, got it and as everyone was screaming for him to toss it to them, he points to Maire, walks over to the edge of the foul netting and tosses it to her. It's her new favorite thing. She clutched it the whole rest of the game, the walk to the subway, held it as she passed out and on the walk home. I took it away from her to put on pjs when we got home, she woke up and cried "baaal. baaal." Gave it back to her and she slept with it all night.

Amazing night. Maire sat the whole game in our seat, save one trip to the free food/drink lounge between an inning, and was metsmorized. She loved the planes flying overhead, Mr. Met, watching the pitcher pitch, the batboy, her foul ball, my taco combo platter (best ballpark food EVER) and Misty's Shake Shack burger and shake. Needless to say, we have a Mets fan for life.

Mets win 5-2. Best night at a ballgame ever. Thanks Mets, a night we'll never forget.

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