With the exception of the product on the field, most everything wet well tonight for Fboy and I. We got in and out of the stadium without hitting traffic, Fboy hit two home runs at the kids' batting tee (and followed it with his best "back to back, and belly to belly!" John Sterling impression), we ate and snacked well under warm skies and light breezes. The highlight was a chance encounter in the Mets HOF prior to game time... we were admiring the original Mr. Met head when a kind gentleman asked Fboy and I if we were life long Mets fans. I confirmed this and let him know how far we had journeyed for tonight's game. He quickly whipped a shiny World Series ring off his finger and asked my son if he wanted to try it on. I got a great picture of it. The man was Greg Cashen, son of Frank. A really great gesture. Will post the pic when I get home tomorrow.