I went to Shea on this gorgeous Sunday for my first home day game of the season. My long-time friend Molly has a weekend ticket pack in a front row box in the upper deck, so the sun was merciless on me (and I'm sure her as well). As I sit in my apartment writing this, oh how I wished I had used some of my aunt's sunscreen. It was her first game at Shea in 22 years and somehow she was more prepared. Thankfully it was a great game to witness from the moment Jose Reyes scampered around the bases in the bottom of the first.
(Here's a bit of trivia--the game we saw all those years ago was Dwight Gooden's 20th win. Who would have thought it would be the only time he'd hit that mark in his career.)
Crazy Keith should be back tomorrow night, but I'll be rocking out to Wilco instead. The Keith saga will continue Tuesday night.