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3: GOODBYE TO SECTION 12. | metsgrrl.com



I came out to Shea in December of 2005 and picked out our seats: Section 12, Row E, Seats 3&4. At the time, all I wanted to do was make sure TBF got into the new Mets ballpark. I had no idea what I was getting myself into.

Tonight was the last night in Section 12. I got to Shea early, a little after 6. I came in the preferred route: Gate D, up two levels, around the Loge to the Gate C escalator, straight up to the food court. Tonight it was hot dogs and french fries, sitting by myself in Section 12. I look around and realize that this is the last time I’ll be here, this is the last time I’ll sit here. It’s not Sunday, it’s not the last day, but this was our home for three years. The groundskeepers are just finishing up the field. The place is filling up.

As soon as I catch my breath, I start crying.


I love our seats. I love the view. I love the fact that every game, I can watch David Wright run out onto the field, scoop up a handful of dirt just past third base, and settle into position. I love that I can see into the dugout, the home run dances and the pre-game handshakes. We aren’t too high, we aren’t too low. We’re under cover but not all the way back in the cave. There is a ladies room immediately outside the tunnel entrance. There is nothing, repeat, nothing not to love about Section 12, and considering that at the time I picked these seats out I had attended maybe three dozen ballgames in my lifetime, I did pretty damn good. I sat here without TBF and with TBF. We sat here through Arctic cold and July swelter, through wins and losses and extra innings and walk-off victories. We have sat other places at Shea over the past few years, but Section 12 is home.

I cry harder.

I know. I am tired. I am worn out. It has been a long week, a rollercoaster, very little sleep, wins and losses and yelling at DHL representatives. I know all of that. It is not the last game, but for me, this is the last game as much as Sunday will be – more so, because these are MY SEATS. I want to win. I want to go to the post-season. I do not want the Mets to lose. I want to sleep. I want to go home and see my cat. I want to clean up the disaster that is my house.

I don’t want this season to end.

Luckily, Miriam and Julia arrive next, followed by TBF and then Mr. D. and the Twins and Older Brother #2 from row F. TBF is buying beer for those who are legal, snacks for those who aren’t. We talk about everything except for the fact that this is the last time we’re sitting here. We decide to have another tailgate Sunday morning, even though we already had our tailgate. Everyone will be there, parents and absent brothers and a cast of, well, dozens. And absolutely, no one really wants to say goodbye.

Just when I’d calmed down and was ready to watch the game, it was time for the Nikon Moments, and after the Moments, to our delight, the actual People behind the Moments. We expect most of them, but none of us expected to see #31 on the field:


As for the rest of it, I do not have the energy to launch into a spirited deconstruction of the game. It was what it was. We have two more. All I can do is show up.

Have I mentioned that I am very, very tired?

See you tomorrow.


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