Yesterday, when I got to Shea at 4:20pm, there were already so many fans (because of Merengue Night) that I was still on line at the ticket window when the gates opened 20 minutes later…so I stepped out of line and got back on the #7 train and went home and watched the game on TV and ate a mango and caught up on a week’s worth of e-mails.
It felt great.
Would I have caught a few balls if I’d stayed? Absolutely, but that’s not the point. The point is that I hate big crowds—and I mean HATE. The attendance was 50,273. That’s absurd for Shea. I made the right decision. Baseball is important, but so is sanity.