Another miserable night in the park with the Mets uncompetitive. We participated in the booing of Verlander, it didn't feel good, but that's part of the process. There was an odd guy sitting in our row when we arrived. Older guy, white hair, big belly, skinny legs. As soon as we arrived he was like "Is this your seat?" and I was like this is our row, and he went to move a row down, though he could have remained in the seat he occupied (as it turned out). Anyway he's got a shopping stuff full of stuff, snacks and cookies, a hairbrush, and clothing and whatnot, and as he moves to the next row down, some of the contents pour out of the bag and he reaches over to gather them and somehow falls down, hits his head on the something and opens up a cut alongside his eye & blood is dripping out. I helped him up, gave him a bunch of napkins to stem the bleeding and went looking for an usher for real help but they don't exist on the Promenade level. Turns out he was alright, spent the game talking to no one, and to us occasionally, about how they need to call up the kids immediately and damning Verlander for surrendering a home run on a 3-2 pitch. He left in the top of the ninth without saying goodbye. Weird guys you meet at Mets games.