Those of you who know me, hold on to your hats: recently, I went to a Mets game…and stayed for all nine innings! How was it? Well, it was cold. Like, really, really, really cold. But better than college games in that I did not have to smuggle in airplane bottles of liquor in my bra. I went with a bunch of writers – you can tell which one is the Mets fan by his hat, and by the fact that he’s the only one watching the game in all the photos. I enjoyed myself for awhile, and now, I can say that I have had this Mets experience (whereas, despite living four years in Chicago within walking distance of Wrigley field, I cannot truthfully say that I ever had the Cubs experience, unless the Cubs experience means navigating drunken throngs in order to get to ImprovOlympic).
Here’s proof that I went:
