So when my little league team decided to attend a Mets game together on Wednesday, June 15, 1983, I was naturally excited but I didn't have a forum to document my experience. (My mother had discovered my diary just a weeks before the game and because of her find, I wasn't allowed to write in it anymore. Censorship at its overprotective motherly worst.)
It's been more than three decades since I attended that game, but with this past week's installment of "The Best On The Worst" focusing on former Mets hurler Craig Swan, I thought now would be a perfect time to finally tell that story. After all, Swan started that game on June 15, 1983, throwing the first pitch I would ever see in a big league ballpark.
To make this recap even more special, I have decided to allow my ten-year-old self access to my computer. I figured more people would be able to read the recap that way instead of trying to read it on my just-returned-to-me diary.
Take it away, Eddie!
Orko from the "He-Man" cartoon could've made that play and he floats in mid-air!
Anyway, the game started with Craig Swan sucking more than Madonna's music. (I mean, do you really think she's going to have a long career as singer? She's no Toni Basil!) Swan was knocked out of the game in the second inning after giving up an RBI single to Bill Buckner in the first and allowing Jody Davis, Mel Hall and Ryne Sandberg to drive in runs in the second.
Once Swan hit the showers, I figured I'd hit the concession stand with my teammates, David and Robby. But I never got my hot dog because the coaches had to get off the line to break up a fight by our pitcher, Walter and our second baseman, Ricky in the bathroom. Walter was also the son of our manager, so you can imagine who got blamed for starting it. Needless to say, I never got my hot dog. The coaches made us all go back to our upper deck seats and no hot dog vendor came around. The only other time they allowed us to get out of our seats was when a few of the guys had to go to the bathroom. I didn't go because I don't like peeing in public. I'm as afraid of public restrooms as B.A. Baracus is of flying on a plane.
Anyway, by the time we got back to our seats, the Mets had already scored a run to cut the score to 4-1 and I just managed to see my first major league home run, a shot by Hubie Brooks in the bottom of the third to make it 4-2. I didn't get why people were booing him until I was told that the fans were actually saying "HUUUUUUUUUU-bie". Baseball fans are very weird.
The fans also cheered a message that was posted on the DiamondVision about some guy named Keith Hernandez. Apparently, he was just traded to the Mets for a few pitchers. He can't be as bad as the guys already on the team, right?
Oh, I almost forgot! The Mets tied the game right after the DiamondVision announcement on an RBI double by Jose Oquendo and a run-scoring single by Danny Heep. But of course, Heep got greedy like Boss Hogg and got thrown out trying to get to second base. Had Heep not gotten thrown out, the Mets might have taken the lead in that inning. Instead, the game was just tied, 4-4, and stayed that way through nine innings.
|Maybe if Danny Heep didn't have such a big ear flap on his helmet, he'd have seen he was going to be out by a mile.|
Coach Walter, Sr., announced that we would stay for the tenth inning, but we'd have to go home if the game kept going. It was a Wednesday night and we had to go to school the next day. So I started praying for the Mets to hold the Cubs scoreless in the tenth and then maybe Hubie Brooks could hit another home run to win it in the bottom of the inning. But while I was alternating between one of my many Hail Marys and Our Fathers, the Cubs scored three runs, all because our first baseman, Rusty Staub, made a lousy error.
The Mets didn't score in the bottom of the tenth, as Hubie Brooks made an out and the skinny rookie, Darryl Strawberry, grounded into a double play to end the game. All I kept thinking as we walked down the Shea Stadium ramps was:
a) This Keith Hernandez better be a good first baseman so that this Rusty Staub guy isn't allowed to make more stupid errors.
2) Why do we have to go down these long ramps when there are escalators all over the place?
iii) Oh, snap! I never got my hot dog!
So that's it. My first Shea Stadium experience. Craig Swan sucked. My teammates fought in the bathroom. And Rusty Staub should never play first base again. But at least the experience was more fun than having to sit through another rerun of "The Facts of Life", which I would have done had I stayed home. (They should really move "Magnum P.I." from Thursday to Wednesday. That would be, like, totally awesome.)
I hope you liked my recap. Maybe I should ask my mom to get me a Commodore 64. It's sure a lot better to write on than my diary!
|I certainly didn't adore my easily-read diary.|