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Sunday, June 15, 2008

Shea-ing Goodbye (Shea it ain't So): Photo Essay Pt II

Photo essay on the occasion of my last trip to Shea, June 9, 2008, a 9-5 disappointment deluxe at the hands of the Diamondbacks of Arizona.






Takin' the 7 train, though not express unfortunately.



















Some Citifield facade shots...








More new park porn






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A billboard features the day's starter, modelling the disguise he'd no doubt be using to leave the stadium.





This picture, taken from the section I mistook for my own for 4 innings (oops), captured the early joy of the game.




From "my" original seats, Jose Reyes could be viewed in all his goofiness.










My real seats? Well, the cowbell man comes to the Mezz too.









Glee would turn to shock when Mr. Met later turned the gun on himself.









God tries to stop the cycle of violence.





Slipping on my new lucky Mets footsies stopped the rain, but could not deliver victory.








Unfortunately, it came to this, as it so often does.










Wishing I could say the same.










One last parting shot: juxtaposing present suckiness with future hopes while walking the wrong way to the subway thanks to elderly Mets employee's directions. Thanks, pal. You cannot get to the 7 train that way.

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4 Comments:

  • At 10:09 AM, Blogger Jaap said…

    fab photo, that last one of the two stadias juxtaposed. looks like a movie set - some futuristic fantasy like, Mets win 10 in a row!

    Well, sounds like it was fun anyway - no locust in that storm?

    Wonder what a brat and a decent beer costs there these days....

     
  • At 1:23 PM, Anonymous cver said…

    It was a merry jaunt and it all will all, in not too long a time, seem like a dream. Was there every this legendary place that we called home and others called a toilet called Shea stadium? Yes, little Timmy - there once was a time when baseball was a bit more pure. Even with roid scandals, Black Sox, Pete Rose, strikes and lockouts, baseball kept some sort of purity that it will never have again once they pull down Shea.

     
  • At 3:24 PM, Blogger katherine said…

    John Maine looks so handsome and hip in that advertisement - he used to be sort of geeky and awkward - I hope living in the big city doesn't ruin him.

     
  • At 1:07 PM, Blogger Itsmetsforme said…

    thanks for the comments. Because Blogger sucks, the captions do not line up and take some interpretation. but I have given up trying to fix it.

     

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