I went to the Mets game at Citizen's Bank Park Sunday night against the Phillies and I don't think I've seen a more depressed group of people; maybe when looking at Dust Bowl / Great Depression pictures. There had to be something mentally wrong with these people, or else they just think the point of paying money to attend a ballgame is to get drunk on $7 beers and shout every explicative and derogatory phrase they've ever heard.
Of course, I had my Edgardo Alfonzo #13 jersey on, and none of the fans knew who Fonzy was because they could barely assemble a competitive team in the mid and late 1990s, so that didn't help the atmosphere. And my brother had his David Wright jersey on, but neither of us engaged with the fans at all, so they said they their unintelligible slop and moved on.
I guess there was a huge fight Saturday afternoon that actually spilled onto the field, but here are three scenes I saw Sunday night:
- Two fans start berating each other with words relating to sexual orientation. Apparently this has nothing to do with the Mets or Mets fans. Closer examination shows that they are both Philly fans AND are both wearing Chase Utley jerseys.
- One Philly fan is so drunk that he goes from cursing the Mets fans behind him, to standing for an entire inning screaming expletives into his cellphone but also, somehow, at the Mets fans, to being booed by fellow Philly fans, to getting himself and his three buddies ejected from the game.
- A poor father sitting a few seats over from me brings his four, maybe five year old daughter to the game and has to hold her ears most of the time. Being a father of an up-and-coming Mets fan, I couldn't have felt more uncomfortable for that guy.
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