Sunday, April 25, 2010

Behind enemy lines

If you don't follow too many sports, or baseball in particular, you might not know that the New York Mets and Atlanta Braves have one of the most spirited rivalries in Major League Baseball.

Growing up in Atlanta, I am, naturally, a Braves fan. My husband, however, is a Mets fan. You can imagine this has led to more than one moment of discontent.

On Friday, we made a spontaneous decision to go to a Mets game. We really just wanted to get out of the house (and Scott was trying to avoid the NFL draft) so we bought cheap seats in the nosebleed section and got out of the house for a while. But this wasn't just any Mets game...it was a Mets-Braves game.

I decided to take on a covert operation to cheer on my team while appearing as though I was a Mets fan.

Decked in one of Scott's Mets hats...



and my Mets duffle bag I got for free at a previous game...



we headed to the stadium.



Last time we went, I wasn't able to get this shot because of the crowds...



but this time, success! (And I already knew he was a home run...)

We arrived early to check out the stadium, since we got there late the one time we went last season, and Scott got to see the 1986 World Series trophy, won in a game which he remembers staying up late to watch when he was 12.



I took a picture of him down near the field, cause I figured that was as close as we were gonna get.



Behind the big screen in the stadium, there's a promenade with a few restaurants and things to do. Which apparently includes the torture of Braves fans in dunk tanks!



Even Scott got in on this. Hmph.



My disguise was so good, even Mr. Met shook my hand and wanted a photo with me.



As we made our way to our seats, this made me laugh:



The seats were actually not as bad as I expected them to be. We had a beautiful view of the river behind the screen.



BUT...in the fifth inning, I spotted an official-looking guy in our section looking around, and I caught his eye. He came over asked if the two of us would like to move down to field level, for free! Uh, lemmethinkaboutthatYES!! Our new seats were about 10 rows from the field, behind the left-field foul pole. Here's a view from our new seats. You can see our old seats.



Here's our new seats in a view from the old seats:



The Mets ended up winning the game, so a score for Scott. Not so much for me. But it's ok, 'cause I like it when he's happy. So in the end, we were both happy.



I might have to invest in a Braves hat, though...

5 comments:

Jean said...

Check on the Braves hat! Let's just hope their season gets better! Good move to the new seats and glad you had a good time. Thanks for the pictures.

J. et K. said...

I loved this post. So America that I can't stop smiling :)

Quid said...

What fun! It always feels like such a lift when people offer you free tickets. It's sweet, too, that you're willing to celebrate a rival's victory with your husband. That's what marriage is about, right??

I'm not much of a baseball fan, but I loved the Phillies fever two years ago when they won the world series. (woop woop!)

Scott said...

An interesting note about the hat she's wearing is she bought it for me in Georgia. Funny, how these things come full circle.

Emily said...

you looks affectionate,