Mets vs. Athletics 7-22-17

Thor Bobblehead Day. A day that will live in infamy. Since bobbleheads are clearly a hot commodity, even bobbleheads for players that no one cares about, we made sure to arrive at the stadium super early. Before the doors open early. Unfortunately, we were not the only ones to come up with this idea. When we pulled into the parking lot, a line had already formed. In fact, many lines had already formed. And they were very long.

We stood on a line for two and a half hours. Allow us to show you the journey:

 

 

In case you couldn't figure this out on your own, we did NOT receive a bobblehead. It was a source of frustration for some people in our group. Mainly Lisa.
1. Quite a few people stood on this line, got their bobblehead, and then left. These people are posers and assholes and do not deserve these bobbleheads. If you attend a game, accept your free giveaway, and then leave, the team should remove the giveaway from your person. You need to last at least 6 innings in order to maintain custody of your free giveaway.
2. Why can't teams just make enough bobbleheads to go around? It's not like they're well made. How much money could you possibly lose on the deal? Especially when a can of beer is $20.
3. Some people got to the ballpark at 2 pm for a 7 pm start time. They are losers.  While they stood an unmoving line for four hours (probably surfing Facebook and Snapchatting and/or taking selfies of themselves on an unmoving line), the rest of the world carried on. This is sad. Please, reevaluate your life choices, people.
4. If you sell a free giveaway on the internet for more than $0, you are an ass clown. That is all.

Once inside, we went right for the food. Standing around and complaining takes a lot out of you. Sal is a somewhat picky eater, so he just ended up eating two Italian sausage sandwiches, but us ladies are very open minded. Lisa ordered a steak sandwich from Pat LaFrieda's. Everything Gina and Serena ordered came from the Blue Smoke stand. Two platters of mac and cheese - one with pulled pork and the other with brisket. Plus, an order of barbecue seasoned fries. And then Serena needed a brat sandwich.  And also beer. Lots of beer. We did not feel very well by the end of this game. Not one bit. Only Citi Field can tell us exactly how much money we pissed away on all of that food.

Later, Lisa and Gina also visited the "Do" stand and ordered cups of "dough" for $6/each. Lisa got cake batter and Gina got plain chocolate chip cookie dough.

Our seats came courtesy of a David Paul Massage & Yoga "staff + one outing." Gina and Serena are staff. Serena got two + one's because Sal is basically dating the both of us.

This is the view from the seats that David bought for the outing and they're pretty awesome.

The game did not start well. In the first inning, the A's scored 4 runs. Add that to the bobblehead situation and the fact that it started to rain and Lisa was a very angry elf. The Mets' finally scored in the bottom of the 6th with a Jay Bruce two-run home run, which made the score 5-2.

 

Wilmer Flores drove in the walk-off home run in the bottom of the 9th to give the Mets the 6-5 win. It made Lisa feel much better...but not completely. Because we still did not have a bobblehead. Nor did anyone accidentally leave theirs behind like we'd hoped. People are so selfish. 

Yankees vs. Athletics 5-26-17

We were so bad ass that we hit two baseball games in one week. We are bad ass, but we are also now poor. Feeding us at the baseball game is an expensive venture. Just like with the Mets, we were determined not to miss any of the game...or the good food. We just didn't know what we wanted. Therefore, we walked the entire main level of the stadium in search of something justttttttttttt right. Our first stop ended up being the Frank's Red Hot Terrance overlooking centerfield. We ended up with a container of Frank's Red Hot mac and cheese for $10. It included chunks of chicken. It was f*cking delicious. So delicious.

 

After our mac and cheese, Lisa picked up her classy pig and a grapefruit beer. The classy pig was $16 and boasted shaved roasted pork with broccoli rabe, cherry pepper mayo, and provolone cheese. Serena ended up with a chicken parm hero topped with fresh mozarella. While Lisa was ecstatic to finally have the classy pig, it fell a little short of her expectations. Too greasy.

Our tickets were from one of the many Mastercard Monday deals that the Yankees throw down. Two tickets for $26 including fees.

 

 

Pretty decent view for $13/each, right?

Our free giveaway for the game was freezer mug, which is one of our better free giveaways and our first legit giveaway of the season. And that was about where the awesomeness of that game ended.

 

The game was tied 0-0 for 90% of the game until Tyler F*cking Clippard blew the game. But that's not the worst part. The worst part was our section neighbors. Let's start with the French people sitting behind us. We don't even mind the fact that their cheering was over eager and deafening. You should cheer. You should be enthusiastic. We should not have your conversation at levels that drown out an entire stadium. We should not hear you speaking above the PA system. In fact, we didn't know that that was even possible. It is. It is possible. Because we experienced that. In our ears. In French. Mixed in with a few, "Let's go Yankees!" If you study the photo above closely, you will see our French friends.

Then there was the A's fans. As experts at traveling to other people's stadiums, we firmly believe that there's a way to support your team at an away stadium without being a complete and total asshole. We've said it before and it seems that we will never stop saying it. It's perfectly fine to behave like an asshole in your own home. Do not come up into other people's houses acting like a jack ass. It's rude. If this was Ancient Greece, you'd be violating the hospitality code, which means a god or goddess would be forced to strike you down. Unfortunately, this is not Ancient Greece and throwing a beer at you is not only costly and a waste, but grounds for arrest for assault. Furthermore, the A's are 16.5 games out of first place. Where the hell do you get off being arrogant f*ck heads? To make a long story short, these men were in their mid-thirties behaving like drunk frat boys. THEN the drunk frat boys and the French kids started to attempt to "out-cheer" one another. How do mothers do it? How do they tolerate this kind of shit day in and day out? It's maddening.

At least we got a cool freezer mug and delectable mac and cheese out of the evening. That is all.