Then it happened. The sky opened up.
Thanks to our fancy tickets, we were permitted to enter the ballpark through the Gil Hodges' gate, which is reserved for cool people and the media. We are not only cool, but we're pretty much the media as well. Lisa made sure to take photos of this momentous occasion because we behave like tourists in our own hometown.
It was when we reached the main concourse level that we realized that we had missed out on getting the bobbleheads. Fail.
Our disappointment did not prevent us from eating. We hit up the Blue Smoke stand in center field near the Shake Shack and ordered a shit ton of food. Each of us ordered brat sandwiches on a pretzel bun topped with cheese and carmelized onions. In addition to the brats, we also ordered a platter of mac and cheese topped with brisket. Soooooooo f*cking good.
By this point, the game was underway, so we chose to head to our seats. Which had a KILLER view of the field.
You'd think that the downpour of rain earlier would cool things down, but no. It made things worse. It was horrible. There was breast sweat. Ass sweat. Back of the knee sweat. Head sweat. Hat hair. It was very close to being worse than our trip to Atlanta.
It gets better. Because immediately following this decision, Asdrubal Cabrera hit a home run, forcing DeGrom to actually round all of the bases. All of them. As a pitcher, how often do you think he's required to do that?
It started to rain heavily again in the 8th inning. The Mets had finally taken a 7-6 lead. They pulled the tarps to cover the field and we decided it was best to just check out. We chose to believe that the Mets would take the victory and we chose not to get soaking wet.