Sunday was reserved for baseball and everybody had been warning me beforehand that the game I was about to watch (New York Mets vs Washington Nationals) was probably one the most meaningless ever played. When we were at McSorley’s on Friday another customer had noticed the Mets hat of my friend and pointed out that it was going to be like a funeral.
Before we went to the stadium my host showed me around through the financial district of New York which, I have to admit, looks a lot smaller than the pictures you always get to see on TV when they bring you the financial news. Wall Street looks rather small and narrow. We headed to the harbour from there.
Because the way we went to the stadium was by a recommendation of one of the guys who went to the soccer match the day before. He told me and my host that we should take the ferry up the East River no matter what. And since that one is free we though, why not. The trip took us around 45 minutes and if it hadn’t been for the loud noise after passing under a train bridge it would ave been very peaceful. We had been sitting up on deck when a loud smack was heard. No one could actually tell where that came from, but it sounded hard and it sounded big and it especially sounded like had it hit someone that person would have been dead by now.
The ferry stops just outside of the ballpark and we only had to walk a few minutes to reach the entrance. When the friend I met on Friday arrived we entered through the main gate and headed for the Mets Hall Of Fame where the old World Series trophies were on display. We found our seats pretty quickly and watched what looked like a nice pitching duel for the first 3 innings and then took off to wander around the ballpark. This really was an experience since there is so much stuff to see. Lots of different decks, lots of bars and food stands and in right field you can even access the bullpens and watch the relief pitchers warm up. When we got there both of the Mets’ japanese players were warming up and my friend tried to catch their attention pointing them to the Hanshin Tigers cap I was wearing. I have to admit it was kind of nice to have Ryouta Igarashi smirking for a second when he noticed the hat.
When we got back to our seats the game was already in the 8th inning and still tied at 1. Both offenses were rather poor and the pitchers were able to keep them in check. The whole thing seemed bound to never end. So we decided to leave after the 11th inning and headed back home, because my host and me both were still tired from going to the Red Bulls Arena. When we returned home we found out the Mets lost in 14 innings by giving up a bases loaded walk. What a fitting way to end the season.