Picked up a great single (front row, upper box, between third and home) this morning. The rest of the upper box is just "ok," but the front row experience is a premium seat, especially in the opinion of someone who can't afford the field level. Priced the same as the Mezz Reserved, the Upper Boxes seem to generally pale in comparison, except of course for that front row. (Sadly, the Mets seem to have caught on to the fact that the front row experience -- even in the upper levels -- is a great thing, as they are pricing rows 1-2 of basically *every* section next year higher). Turns out that picking up the ticket in advance was a good thing, because I saw this when I got to shea: ...which, if nothing else, is a "hey scalpers, raise your prices" sort of announcement. Stadium was of course far from full even if it was announced as a sell-out. I had two empty seats to either side of me. Anyway, today was "Deaf Awareness Day" at Shea, which several schools for the deaf having large groups of their students in attendance. About an inning and a half into the game, three of them, each about 9 years old, snuck down to the two empty seats to my left, with the third sitting on the stairs. I of course moved over to the box next to me so they could sit in the seats and not get kicked out. Two of the three of them were deaf, so their friend was very busy providing translation services. They were very taken by the game and had tons of questions to ask -- which I was happy to answer, especially once they revealed that it was their first time at Shea, and wanted to ask me about the first time that *I* had been to see the Mets. They turned out to be equally transfixed by the binoculars I had with me, passing them between the three of them for most of the game. It was a scorcher today, and what I really wanted to do was to buy them sodas, or ice cream, or something -- especially after they had asked the family behind us a couple of times what the prices were for those concession items. Unfortunately, in today's society, an unaccompanied man buying soda/ice cream for a couple of little kids who are not his own -- or even slipping them the money to do so -- just seemed like asking for trouble. I thought I saw KC in the front of Loge Reserved behind third base but unfortunately didn't get a chance to get down there and say hi. Sadly, this was only the third or fourth worst unmitigated bullpen disaster that I had been to this year.