Guy from the New Yorker opts to go home early from history because his kid was a little chilly. All around us, tired children have retreated onto laps. Hoods are tightly drawn, and hot chocolate has been located. Some of us stand, while others penguin-huddle for warmth. To go or to stay? The boy is tired. It seems cruel to keep him here, even with a chance of history in the offing. I was there the night when� Guy from the Times, there with his family, pretty blase about it, too, all things considered. With my wife and two children, we were four of the 27,069 officially in attendance, and four of the many more who may eventually claim to have been there. We have the ticket stubs and Facebook posts to prove it. What we do not have is any credentials as Mets fans, long-suffering or otherwise. Sorry. We crashed your moment. Regular fans, watching and listening elsewhere, pretty certain these guys suck.