This will be my final installment of "My Memorable Moments at Shea" because this was my last ever game at Shea Stadium.
I had recently started attending Hofstra University in Hempstead, NY on Long Island. When I got accepted and my then-girlfriend had started attending a school outside of New York City I knew I wanted to take her to a game at Shea before the Mets moved over to Citi for the next season. So I bought tickets via StubHub for the September 10th, 2008 affair against the Washington Nationals.
We were running late for the game as we were trying to figure out the subway system and which train to take. We ended up taking the local instead of the express train so we ended up stopping at every single stop instead of going through most of them. We finally showed up when the Mets went to bat in the bottom of the 1st.
This game was a slugfest. The final score was 13-10 in favor of the Mets. The biggest event of the game was when Jose Reyes broke Mookie Wilson's steal record in the 3rd inning. Next to the Moises Alou home run mentioned in the previous "Memorable" post, this was the loudest I've ever heard Shea. Everyone loves Jose and was happy to see him break the record.
Minus the Mets winning, the most important thing on my mind for this game was Shea. I had grown up watching the Mets play their games at Shea, and not seeing them there was going to be surreal to say the least. I had a blast with my girlfriend taking in the sights and sounds with the Shea Faithful.
After the Mets' fill-in closer Luis Ayala closed out the game for his 7th save of the year, my heart sank. The Mets won, but I would never be at Shea again. There were only 10 or so games left in the season, I wouldn't be there. I started frantically taking pictures on my phone so I could remember everything about my last game at Shea. They were the best seats I had ever had, sitting around Mets die-hard season ticket holders. I had an amazing time.
As I walked down the stairway I looked at the field one last time and I'm not ashamed to say that I shed a tear or two. I loved this place, and I had a personal 2-1 record there. It was awesome going out on a win, but in the end it felt like a huge loss.
I had recently started attending Hofstra University in Hempstead, NY on Long Island. When I got accepted and my then-girlfriend had started attending a school outside of New York City I knew I wanted to take her to a game at Shea before the Mets moved over to Citi for the next season. So I bought tickets via StubHub for the September 10th, 2008 affair against the Washington Nationals.
We were running late for the game as we were trying to figure out the subway system and which train to take. We ended up taking the local instead of the express train so we ended up stopping at every single stop instead of going through most of them. We finally showed up when the Mets went to bat in the bottom of the 1st.
This game was a slugfest. The final score was 13-10 in favor of the Mets. The biggest event of the game was when Jose Reyes broke Mookie Wilson's steal record in the 3rd inning. Next to the Moises Alou home run mentioned in the previous "Memorable" post, this was the loudest I've ever heard Shea. Everyone loves Jose and was happy to see him break the record.
Minus the Mets winning, the most important thing on my mind for this game was Shea. I had grown up watching the Mets play their games at Shea, and not seeing them there was going to be surreal to say the least. I had a blast with my girlfriend taking in the sights and sounds with the Shea Faithful.
After the Mets' fill-in closer Luis Ayala closed out the game for his 7th save of the year, my heart sank. The Mets won, but I would never be at Shea again. There were only 10 or so games left in the season, I wouldn't be there. I started frantically taking pictures on my phone so I could remember everything about my last game at Shea. They were the best seats I had ever had, sitting around Mets die-hard season ticket holders. I had an amazing time.
As I walked down the stairway I looked at the field one last time and I'm not ashamed to say that I shed a tear or two. I loved this place, and I had a personal 2-1 record there. It was awesome going out on a win, but in the end it felt like a huge loss.
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