mets

Daniel is from England. Mark is from Holland. We met last week before I went to Washington, and now we were all back in our New York hostel. When I met them again, they asked if I wanted to join them for the Mets game that evening at Shea stadium. Tim from London would be joining too.

It sounded like the right way to spend my last evening in New York, so of cause I said yes. After all, I have already (maybe a little boldly) declared myself a fan of the New York Mets.

Anyway, it turned out to be a great evening. We started having a beer at an English pub watching the last 20 minutes of a Champignons League semi final, and after getting in the right sporty mood, we took the express subway to Shea stadium in Queens and watched the game.

And so, how was the game? Well… The seats were great and the atmosphere was good. But baseball…???! That is truly a wired game. Most of the time we were simply waiting for something to happen. If it wasn’t for the men constantly trying to sell you beer, hot dogs or candy floss, you would get really bored. Then there is finally a good ball and a homerun, and then… You wait again. What is most engaging is actually when the wild audience tries to catch a ball that has been hit the wrong way by the batter. That’s great.

We left the stadium after three hours and 9 innings. There was a tie score and they had to keep playing, but we were freezing and had to go. Maybe I will never be a true baseball fan…