i don't think i saw all too much of the game, but it was worth it for minimm to accost forumites and perfect strangers alike with first his keith hernandez bobblehead and then later his new mets train. after the 7th we went out back behind the stadium to get in line for the mr. met dash. worth it to leave a smidge early but get a very early spot in line (i think...) for the dash. last year, minimm was afraid of mr. met, and wouldn't give him a high five as he greeted teh kids on the warning track just inside the foul line. this year, minimm had said going in that he didn't want to see mr. met (he saw him in the fan fest earlier while waiting in line for the wiffleball field and was customarily terrified, too). ok, i'd told him, we dont have to give him a high five. we can just walk around him. well... we get on the field... and there's no mr. met n the warning track. oh, he's on the infield. right by second base giving out high fives... hmm... wonder how this will go... we step on the infield and minimm misses first base, but goes back to tag up. then, he notices mr met and realizes hes going to get close. warily he approaches second base. mr. met reaches out for the high five and... minimm screams NO! and runs away towards first base. i corral him halfway to the bag and reassure him he's ok, and that mr met just wanted to say hi, and that he doesn't want to scare him, and that i'll hold his hand while we go by. so, crying, he bravely approaches second base again. mr met again makes a little bit of a move and minimm cries more, clings closer to me, and cuts the short of the bag. "whatchagonnado?" mr met gamely mimed with his big head and plush-handed shrug. "that's the most beloved mascot in american sports, kid, it doesn't get any better than him!" i think to myself. minimm stopped crying as we neared third base. he stepped on it and went towards home. missed the plate completely as he ran into the lefty-batter's batters box. and then it was over. "he's too big," minimm says. "mr. met is too big. i like my mr. met because he's little. when mr. met gets little i'll give him a high five." at least he's not the easter bunny, i suppose... it was great that the mets won, and even better seeing everybody. outside the stadium it was a bit hard keeping up with the game. they have speakers overhead demurely playing the radio broadcast, but maybe they could have some tv screens out there for the folks who left the game for the dash to actually see what's happening. keep them in the ticket windows and only turn 'em on when there's a bunch of little munchkins lined up out there. we heard the game winning hit, but we all got so excited that we didn't actually hear teh game winning run scoring result. and there sounded like some discussion of the play so we weren't even sure if the mets had actually done it (we feared desperately the specter of extra innings) until our iphones updated with the score. also, my goodness, was it cold!