A memoir on September 26th 2015
September 26th 2015. One of the most special days that I can remember! It started out with a 6:00am wakeup call, and a 6:25 Metro North train ride. Upon arrival at Grand Central, my parents and I quickly took two subways to Penn Station, and hopped on the NJ Transit to Newark Airport. It was there that I got a United flight to Indianapolis, and my Cincinnati journey began.
I had found a sub-200 dollar rate yesterday for a flight, and being that I was too young to remember 2006, I considered this a once in a lifetime experience, so we decided to go for it. The flight left around at around 9:40am, and arrived at around 11. We landed in Indianapolis, grabbed a Hertz, and quickly drove to Cincinnati. Upon arrival, I made a poster that I bought from a Family Dollar back in Indianapolis.
(My apologies for the sideways photos). We arrived at the beautiful Great American Ballpark at around 3:50, and took our seats at around 4. They gave out a bobblehead, and it looked pretty cool. The Mets started strong with a grand slam by Lucas Duda, and a solo shot by Curtis Granderson. And while Matt Harvey was roughed up somewhat, he looked strong, and they let him go fairly deep.
Then, as the Reds fans started to dis-appear, a few Mets fans started to head down to the field level behind the Mets dugout for the special moment. A Lets Go Mets chant broke out when David Wright came to bat, and when he hit the ball over the centerfield fence, I realized that we were going to be NL East Champs.
While I wanted to go down there with the over 300 group of Mets fans, I decided to stay up in the middle deck, just in-case I went down there only to find out that we can’t enter, be forced to go back upstairs,and inadvertently miss the celebration. During the final at bat of the game, Jay Bruce hit a foul ball to make the count 1-2. While this was meaningless for most it just happened to be the first ball I ever caught in a Major League Baseball game but most importantly the last ball that went out of the field (albeit not a home run) in the game the Mets clinched the division.A truly special memento if one considers that it was also the penultimate pitch of Jeurys Familia who for me is the Mets players MVP of the year.
(Again, somewhat blurry and sideways, my apologies) While everyone was patting me on the back, I was 100% focused on Familia, and the magical moment that was about to un-fold. A low pitch that Jay Bruce swung right through, and Travis d’Arnaud racing out to Jeryus Familia, with the Mets piling out of the dugout. It wasn’t a crazy scene, because as Howie Rose said, they were waiting for the clubhouse to go crazy. It almost felt like the Mets didn’t know how to celebrate, but honestly I was just so happy that we had won.
It was at that moment that I decided to run down to the field level to celebrate with the Mets. When I got down there, I saw the Mets coming up the dugout steps. I saw Murphy playing with his toddler, Noah. I saw Collins celebrate with his family and team popping the celebratory champagne, and I even saw them pose for a messy team photo:
I wasn’t so happy with the shirt that they were wearing in the moment, but in the 15 hours that I’ve been looking at it, it has grown on me. Either way, The7Line’s designs are much nicer, which you can find on his website, the7line.com. I already ordered a shirt and a hoodie.
My favorite photo that I took came from my mother of me holding up my “NL East Champs” poster while the Mets were celebrating on the field. I’ll leave you with that photo: