METS FANS SHARE THEIR MEMORIES OF THE MAY 20, 2005 GAME:
July 4, 2005
I had the misfortune of attending this game. I was sitting in the Upper Deck, section 47. This is important, you'll see why.
But first, a few things I have learned over the years.
1) I hate the Yankees. 2) I hate when the Mets lose to the Yankees. 3) I hate being present when the Mets lose to the Yankees. 4) I hate Yankee fans. 5) 3 + 4 = Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad news.
Things started out OK, I guess. 5 days earlier, I had anticipated a potential matchup of Pedro Martinez and Randy Johnson. I got Victor Zambrano and Kevin Brown.
If Pedro Martinez is the kind of pitcher where you feel rather confident that, on days he pitches, the Mets have a very good chance of winning, then Victor Zambrano is the Anti-Pedro. Watching him pitch is like a Passion Play. You know the fall is coming, you just don't know when. And every inning he got through, you just had to exhale. OK. Relax.
Brown was just as lucky as the Mets failed in the 1st to get a key hit with the bases loaded. The teams trade runs in the 4th. Zambrano's getting in jams and working out of it. Hanging in there. Things could be turning our way. Then came the 6th.
We all know what happened in the 6th.
This is compounded by the fact that, from my perch in Upper Deck, section 47, I am 2 sections away from the largest, rowdiest pack of transplanted Yankee Stadium bleacher creatures you could ever have the misfortune of meeting. The hardhats were on, the cowbell was ringing, they were doing choreographed Atlanta Braves-esque chants, drinking, starting near-fights and generally making life unpleasant for every Mets fan within 5 sections.
As the game progressed, and the Yankees increased their lead, it became apparent that if my friend and I did not move very soon, we were very likely to do something that we would regret later. As the Yanks tack on 2 in the 9th to make it a 5-2 game, the time had come.
A flip of the bird, a tip of the cap, and off to the Mezzanine we went.
And to ensure a postgame meeting did not occur, as soon as the last out was recorded, a frenetic dash to the subway was made. I can still hear them coming down the ramps, doing their chants, banging the cowbell.
Now to recap, let's do some math: 1+2+3+4+5 = This game was an unmitigated disaster.
July 13, 2005
I went to this game, my 6th Subway Series game. The Mets had a lead but then blew it because of stupid errors by Kaz Matsui and Doug Mientkiewicz. The Yankees ended up winning 5-2, but I guess that's all right because they took Kaz out of the lineup after that. Good move Willie.
July 27, 2005
This was the most poorly played major league baseball game I ever had the misfortune of attending. Neither starting pitcher could come within a foot of the strike zone. The hitters on both teams became overanxious with runners on base. And worst of all, neither team could pick the ball up off the ground. Even Jeter made two errors in an inning, allowing David Wright to score on a terrible baserunning play (yes, every facet of the game was performed miserably on this night).
But the absolute bottom of the barrel was watching a bouncing ball ricochet off the solid steel glove of Kaz Matsu-E4 with the bases loaded, which completely changed the game. The ball literally bounced waist high and Matsu-E4 still couldn't field it.