As G-Fafif was nice enough to mention, I was at Shea today w/my father and two sons. I paid way too much to sit in good seats as it was probably our last time at Shea but we got every pennies worth. As I looked around, I thought about going to Shea with my friends in '69 (as a parent, I can't imagine letting an 11 year old go with his friends and no parents to a game, but times were different); about paying ushers to get into better seats; about my old friend Seth Sevin who fell down the stairs in the Upper Deck and lost some teeth (we were about 13); about being at Shea for Dwight Gooden's one hitter against the Cubs; about being there when Gooden set the rookie K record; about our year with season tickets in '87 and the guy two seats over who brought a different date each time and gave each one a plastic drink tumbler. We stopped by the Diamond Club to see the trophies and Mets HOF'ers, and then a real life star walked by, Ron Darling. Our seats were as comfortable as Shea seats can be but Shea looked beautiful to us. The game was, as you know, fantastic. When Bruntlett was announced as a late replacement for Rollins, I said to my son that he would probably get three hits. Ding! There were a lot of Phillies fans near us on the 3B side but they behaved as well as they can, given their rooting interest. The atmosphere was like a playoff game. I got a T-shirt in the T-shirt launch (it was thrown in our direction). The operative view has to be that our guys are resilient, and, unlike the '07 team, can "take a punch", rather than "if Wagner was healthy, they would have swept." As we left, I looked around at the maze of ramps, listened to the excited fans ("We're number 1!" "Yankees suck!" "Phillies suck!"), I hugged the boys and said "thanks" to Shea, one last time.