Opening Night at Citi Pretty Much Par for the Course

The seats are nice. The food looks gourmet. Beers aren’t any more expensive than last year, which is always good. The sightlines are stellar all around. Cool atmosphere. Too bad the product on the field is just the same old Mets.

In typical fashion, the Metros managed to quell any positive energy by immediately surrendering a dinger to legendary power-hitter Jody Gerut. I apologize…”immediately” would imply the very first pitch. It was, of course, surrendered on the third toss in what is sure to be an epic history of CitiField.

The rest of the contest proceeded in standard form with general despair and apathy setting in by mid-game as a relative unknown mowed down our “vaunted” lineup with relative ease. In this case, it was a heralded 32-year old rookie with a storied career in the Mexican Leagues. This was, of course, interrupted by a brief moment of unbridled excitement and hope that was later dashed with a cold, sobering dose of reality.

Inexplicably, I’ll be back on Friday to take another lump. At least the Yanks are soaring…how ’bout that new, southpaw pitcher? Swisher, I believe his name is?