Nothing has gone right for the poor Metropolitans in this calendar year. From the ownership down to the bat boys, the entire organization has been beset by financial issues, management missteps, injuries, errors, poor timing, and just plain bad luck. Every week seemed to bring a new crisis or terrible disaster and through it all, they constantly found inventive and entertaining ways to squander victory. And there's still a month left!

Join us now on a journey through the outer borough's season of hell, as we look back on the losingest bunch of losers who ever lost a baseball game.

January 15: The Mets kickoff 2009 by unveiling a commemorative patch for the upcoming season, their first at spanking new Citi Field. It is roundly and swiftly denounced.

February 3: Citigroup, which got its name on the stadium via a 20-year, $400 million licensing deal, considers backing out the agreement because they can no longer afford it. Suggested name change: "Taxpayer Field"

February 17: OF Carlos Beltran declares the Mets the "team to beat" in the NL East and in response to Philadelphia's Cole Hamels (who referred to the Mets as "choke artists") says, "Hopefully we kill him, and then he'll have to deal with the situation." Beltran, who will make $19 million in 2009, plays just 67 games before going on the disabled list for10 weeks (and counting.) [Photo: AP]

February 18: The last remaining piece of Shea Stadium is knocked down.

April 6: SP Johan Santana wins his opening day start against the Cincinnati Reds. Two days later, the New York Times reports that the Mets no longer offer group discounts to Little League teams that visit Citi Field, as they did at Shea Stadium in previous years.

April 12: In Santana's second start, OF Daniel Murphy drops an easy fly ball in the second inning against the Marlins, allowing two unearned runs to score. The Mets lose, 2-1. Santana says after the game: "It's one mistake that he made. It cost us the whole ballgame, but it's part of the game ... This is not going to be the first time. I don't think it's going to be the last one, either." That's called foreshadowing.... [Photo: New York Daily News]

April 21: One week later, Murphy badly misplays a flyball in the eighth inning against St. Louis, allowing the eventual go-ahead run to reach base on a triple. On June 24, after being moved to first base, Murphy makes another costly error that contributes to another Mets loss. (He did manage to make one nifty play this year.) [Video: MLB.com]

May 10: The Mets beat Pittsburgh, 8-4, and move into first place in the NL East. The three-game sweep of the Pirates gives them a seven-game winning streak, their longest of the season. They remain in first place for 8 more days, leading by as much as 2 games before dropping back to second. It is the high water mark of their season. [Photo: AP]

May 13: All-Star SS Jose Reyes hurts his right calf. He makes 7 more plate appearances before being placed on the DL and does not play again in 2009.

May 16: 1B Carlos Delgado is placed on the 15-day disabled list, after just 26 games played. Three days later he has arthroscopic surgery on his hip and does not play again in 2009. [Photo: New Jersey Star-Ledger]

May 18: The Mets commit five errors in an 11-inning game against the Dodgers. The game ends when 1B Jeremy Reed throws the ball away attempting to force out the winning run at home plate.

May 20: A fan gets her arm stuck in a Citi Field toilet, while trying to retrieve a dropped gold tooth. Plumbers must be called to the stadium to free her. [Photo: A Helluva Town]

June 4: RP J.J. Putz, acquired in 3-team, 12-player trade during the offseason, has surgery to remove a bone spur from his elbow. While on a rehab assignment in August, doctors discover a slightly torn ulnar collateral ligament in the same elbow. He will not play again in 2009. [Photo: Canadian Press]

June 12: SP John Maine is placed on the 15-day disabled list with "shoulder weakness." He does not play again in 2009. [Photo: NY Daily News]

June 12: Leading the crosstown rival Yankees by one run with two outs in the bottom of the ninth, 2B Luis Castillo needs only to catch a routine fly ball to end the game. He drops it, allowing both the tying and winning runs to score. [Video: MLB.com]

July 2: On a one-game road trip to Pittsburgh the Mets are booked into the Westin Hotel. The hotel is also hosting Anthrocon, the "galaxy's largest Furry convention." [Photo]

July 3-5: Trailing the division leaders by just one game, the Mets head to Philadelphia for a crucial three-game series. They are swept, scoring just three runs all weekend. They fall to fourth place and are never closer than four games behind the rest of the season. [Photo: AP]

July 12: Mets fans boo their giant mechanical "Home Run" apple after it fails to rise in celebration of a Fernando Tatis dinger. [Photo: AP/Star-Ledger]

July 22: The New York Daily News reports that while visiting the Mets Double-A farm team in Binghamton, Vice President for Player Development Tony Bernazard took off his shirt and challenged minor league players to fight him during a locker room tirade. One day earlier, Bernazard loudly berates an assistant in front of scouts and fans at Citi Field, because someone else has taken his seat during a game. Five days later, Bernazard is fired.

July 27: At the press conference announcing the dismissal of Tony Bernazard, general manager Omar Minaya accuses Daily News beat writer Adam Rubin of "lobbying for a player development position," implying that Rubin's coverage of Bernazard was influenced by his desire to secure a job for himself in the Mets' front office. Minaya apologizes the next day, at the behest of Mets COO Jeff Wilpon.

August: In one of the season's few bright spots, 3B coach Razor Shines takes a stand against hiney-fingering.

August 4: Luis Castillo sprains his ankle after slipping and falling down the dugout steps during a game. The Mets lose in extra innings. [Photo: New York Post]

August 15: All-Star 3B David Wright is hit in the head by a fastball from San Francisco's Matt Cain. During the two weeks he spends on the disabled list, the Mets fall 5.5 more games in the standings. [Photo: AP]

August 20: Former closer Billy Wagner returns from injury and appears in his first game in over twelve months. He is immediately placed on waivers and (after waiving his no-trade clause) is sent to Boston within a week. [Photo: AP]

August 23: Adam Goldstein, better known as DJ AM, throws out the ceremonial first pitch at Citi Field. Five days later, he is found dead of a suspected drug overdose. [Photo: Reader Greg B.]

August 23: Trailing 9-7 in the bottom of the ninth inning against the Phillies, the Mets have runners on first and second with nobody out when OF Jeff Francoeur lines into the 15th unassisted triple play in Major League history. It's only the second time ever that a MLB game has ended with an unassisted triple play. [Video: MLB.com]

August 25: The Mets announce that Johan Santana, who will make $19 million in 2009, will have arthroscopic elbow surgery and is placed on the DL for the remainder of the season. [Photo: AP]

August 28: Erin Arvedlund, author of "Too Good to Be True," a book about jailed hedge fund manager Bernie Madoff, asserts that Mets owner Fred Wilpon will be forced to sell the team within the next year. Wilpon and his family lost an estimated $700 million as a result of Madoff's fraudulent schemes. The Mets deny the claim.

September 1: With one month remaining in the 2009 season, the Mets begin the day 17.5 games behind the Philadelphia Phillies.

[Video: MLB.com/Mike Byhoff]

Shea rebellion: I direct your attention to Chapter 2 of Who Is This Tory Muppet and Why Is He Yammering About Baseball? George Will's subject is the birth in the 1960s of the multi-purpose stadium. He writes: "Almost everything about the 1960s, from politics to popular music to neckties, was marked by wretched excess." Now, one should remember that George Will is a pundit who seems to have a built a political philosophy out of a profound and unshakable fear that he was the only guy not to get laid in the '60s. (He is also maybe the only person on earth who'd place Shea Stadium on the same continuum as, say, Procol Harum.) George Will, to state it plainly, doesn't know dick. Not about the '60s. Not about baseball. He is wrong. Wretchedly, excessively wrong.

And yet, remarkably, the public seems to share Will's view that the old doughnut stadiums were some misguided fashion of a thankfully bygone era, a sort of architectural Flock of Seagulls. No ballpark's closing was as little lamented as Shea's, even though what replaced it, the enormous Geico advertisement known as Citi Field, is far more soulless, aloof and, yes, excessive than Shea ever was. (I'll grant Citi this: It is fully cognizant of the team's rich history; unfortunately, that team is now located in Los Angeles.)

It's too bad. For all their faults, Shea and its multi-purpose cousins represented an idea of a sports facility — versatile and utilitarian and forward-looking — that we might eagerly embrace today if owners hadn't spent the past 30 years convincing us they were all uninhabitable blights. I asked stadium guru Neil deMause for an estimate as to how much a Shea replica might cost today. He e-mailed: "I remember a calculation from the '90s that to rebuild Wrigley from scratch would cost something like $100 million — add in inflation and that Shea is bigger, and maybe $250-300 million? Certainly far less than Citi's $600m, anyway."

"There were no excesses in those stadiums," architecture critic John Pastier says of the multi-use stadiums. They were "economically very sensible," he says. "The Kingdome cost $70 million and could house every possible activity you could think of, and then they spent well over a billion dollars to replace it with three different structures and they actually lost functionality. You could no longer do Final Four basketball the way they had before. You could no longer do political conventions."

The doughnuts were egalitarian (despite the usual claims that Citi is more "intimate," the seats at Shea were actually closer to the field). They were built for mass entertainment of all kinds, which is why Sid Bernstein and the Beatles chose Shea for their first U.S. concert venue. They were cheap and ugly and did their job at relatively little cost to the common weal, and they were quickly supplanted by big, bright shrines to the kind of wretched excess George Will can get behind: making money.

The view from the stands (everything sic'd):

I'm from Philly but live in New York. A couple friends and I went to the game in early June when the right field corner would ultimately be christened "Utley's Corner."

First of all, it's ridiculous that Mets fans continue to talk shit to us at all after 2007 and 2008, but there we were, being told over and over again that the Phillies "suck." It was like walking through 1946 Berlin and having people talk shit about the Luftwaffe to you.

Anyway, during the game, the Mets took an early 4-1 lead, but my friends and I didn't bat an eyelash as we were, y'know, playing the New York bastard Mets. Of course the Phillies came back to force extras. Before I go on, the stadium itself is a piece of shit and looks like it was designed with Legos by a kid with ADD. Just these weird random shapes jutting out everywhere with no sense of symmetry whatsoever. Also, the food blows.

Anyway, the whole place started to empty out around the 7th, despite it being a tie game. No idea what it would take to sell that place out and fill it up because, as seen on TV, not only do the seats behind the plate stay empty for the entire game, but so did most of the rest of our row, and section. And if they can't fill it up for the WFCs, one of their most hated rivals, in the middle of what was, at the time, a pennant race (hahaha), what does that tell you? When asked, most of the fans around us identified themselves as Yankees fans. All except one.

Around the 3rd inning, a dude in a Mets cap and his friend in a Phils cap came in two rows ahead of us. I recognized the guy in the Mets cap immediately as Finch from American Pie.

For the rest of the game, whenever something good happened, my friends and I were whooping it up and cheering with his Phillies friend because he was literally the only other non-Mets/Yankees fan in the section. And while a few people were getting their picture taken with him, we completely ignored Finch. But my friends and I agreed, "When we take the lead (as if there were ever any doubt), lay into Finch." Long story short, after Chase hit that bomb, Finch from American Pie gave us the finger.

It was one of the most gratifying moments of my life as a Philadelphia sports fan. Thanks Citi Field! (Brendan Burke)

Some of the largest signs in the outfield are: Buy and sell golduscoins.com, Arpielle equipment (read tractor) rentals, and freecreditreport.com. What, exactly, does this say about the people of New York? (Matt D.)

Let's go with the obvious one: it's the home of the Mets, yet it took them until August to actually have more reminders of the Mets than the Brooklyn Dodgers. I walked in the main entrance, and could've sworn I heard the ticket taker say "Welcome to Ebbets Field." Yes, we all know Fred Wilpon would rather have bought the Dodgers and moved them back to Brooklyn so that his daddy would say that he loves him. But leave the Dodger love to, oh, I don't know... the Dodgers, perhaps? (Ron Baker)

I went to an auction of Shea Stadium memorabilia last month. Mets fans were there, times were had. Among the lots was the vinyl banner of the artist's rendering of Citi Field from 2006, when the Wilpons were still selling the public on the idea and construction was just starting. The thing went for ~$60, which was ridiculous considering I got two other banners and three pieces of the box seats for the same price, and it was an auction of Shea Stadium stuff (a lot of good stuff went that day, Tom Seaver's locker chief among them), but that's not the issue here. The issue, as pointed out to me by another fan, was that the artist's rendering had more to do with the Mets then the real Citi Field does. Supposedly, they've recently renovated the stadium so that it's more Mets-y, but shouldn't a stadium designed for the Mets (unlike Shea, which was multi-purpose) be designed with the Mets in mind? (Zach)

When you first walk into the Jackie Robinson Rotunda you notice how much it looks like the pictures of Ebbets field you've seen. As you walk in, you see the six foot tall "42" statue in bright, Dodger blue. Then you look up and see a picture of Robinson and couple of other Dodgers in mid-celebration of their '55 World Series Title. Look right from there and you see a picture of Robinson with Walter O'Malley, then a picture of Robinson is his UCLA track uniform at a long-jump event a the Coliseum.

What do all of these things have in common? The Dodgers (even the Coliseum). Now, as an L.A. native and big time Dodger fan (yeah we exist) living in New York, I should be honored... and I am. For the Mets to honor Robinson in the city that he broke the color barrier is amazing and I have nothing bad to say about it. But I found it a bit insulting (to Dodger fans AND Mets fans) to see the tribute as such a big tribute to the Brooklyn Dodgers. You already stole your logo from the Giants, now you're stealing history from the Dodgers? (Scott B.)

We have a tribute to Jackie Robinson who never played for us (the son-of-a-bitch retired rather than play for the Giants for God's sake). We have a "Pepsi Porch" although taste tests prove we vastly prefer Coke. We have a big Modell's sign but I'm not sure why. We have GIGANTIC OUTFIELD WALLS so we'll never see a homer-stealing catch (only one of the most exciting plays in baseball along with the triple, the steal of home, and anytime that stripper with the big boobies runs out on the field to kiss the third-base coach).

What we don't have is any sense of our own history. Apparently our history is a gigantic apple, the neon frieze that used to be over the scoreboard, and Ralph Kiner (another SOB who never played for us).

I know, it takes a lot of lovin' to make a house a home but I'm not so sure I have enough love in my heart for this place. (Mmole)

Citi Field looks like it was the aborted love child of countless different stadiums. "Oh let's put an overhang in the outfield like Tiger Stadium!" "Busch Stadium's brick entrance is nice, lets use that!" Only the Mets could manage to take the best parts from some of the most beautiful and classic stadiums and have the end result look like absolute shit.

Some other things to note: There are over fifty advertisements from foul pole to foul pole in Citi Field, likely a side effect of Mr. Wilpon's lack of understanding Ponzi schemes. The team's championship banners were on a brick wall facing away from the stadium, invisible to anybody watching the game, until they were finally moved about a week ago. The bullpen is under a fucking canopy for some reason. The entire outfield wall lacks any semblance of symmetry, and throughout the whole field there must be about a hundred different heights for the outfield fence. The tops of the dugouts are red and black. Why? Not a fucking clue. And when faced with criticism about the field, the Wilpons sloppily added a third video monitor in the right field corner, apparently hoping that they could distract the fans form the shittiness of the stadium by just adding more shiny TVs.

It would take me too long to describe how almost every non-field level seat has an obstructed view of some sort either from unnecessary plexiglass or an abundance of poorly constructed railings, but by now you probably get the idea. Lets just say that the aesthetics of Citi Field make it perfectly deserving of that hideous and embarrassing Domino's Pizza logo it was adorned with. I miss Shea. (David V.)

Went to see the Reds on a Sunday afternoon. Brian Schneider hits a HR,...everyone goes ape shit....the Apple makes an appearance for the first time in the previous eight home games. Fernando Tatis then goes yard for back to back HR's. But no Apple! Where's the F'n Apple? People get restless,...then the chants start..."we want apple....(clap clap...clap clap clap), we want apple...(clap, clap....clap clap clap). No Apple. Then people get mad...and they start booing....THE APPLE!!! Make no mistake, they were booing the Apple!!! Newsday did a story about it the next day. Apparently it takes the apple 105 seconds to recharge after it is "deployed", at least that was the official explanation given as to why the apple could not rise again after the second HR,....but that doesn't explain why a good ten minutes went by before the Apple came out again..., between innings if I remember correctly.. (Jim H.)

I went to Citi Field a few weeks ago to catch the day game of a double header against the Rockies. I am not a Mets fan but I was excited to see the new ballpark. Aside from the painfully awkward shrine to Jackie Robinson, a great player who never played for the Mets and played for a team that STILL EXISTS, the stadium is what you'd expect. Corporate, boring, and no sign that the Mets actually play there. However, my favorite part of the game was during the national anthem when the videoboard scrolling the words crapped out and flashed a giant question mark during the entire song. (Catherine R.)

yeah, i have a citi field experience. i watched the new york mets play during the 2009 season. (dylon)

Photo via beau-dog's Flickr account.

Next up: Dodger Stadium. Got any horrible experiences to share? Send them to craggs@deadspin.com.

Chief operating officer Jeff Wilpon took the press on a tour of the Mets' new home on Tuesday, and there was plenty to delight the senses. The New York Times has dubbed it "the Anti-Shea," and looking at these photos it's easy to see why.

Citi Field has many nooks and crannies that are nothing like Shea's tired symmetry. The grandstand that hangs over right field, for instance, was inspired by the old Tiger Stadium, which Wilpon visited with his grandparents as a child. Fans in center field will get a bull's-eye view of the bullpens, with Aaron Heilman only in the visitors' half, which is on a slightly raised level, with some protection from fan saliva.

OK, that's a confusing paragraph. Ticket prices are not as mysterious; you're going to need a loan to attend a game, and you're not going to get one from CitiBank. It's $40 to $50 to sit in the best outfield seats, upper deck boxes run around $75, and it goes up from there. $100 to $275 for field level seats. God knows what hot dogs are going for.

And they've only got a couple of weeks to get rid f that snow: First game is March 29, a college matchup between Georgetown and St. John's.

Photo: New York Times

Dark Cloud Over City Field [The Sporting News]
Mets' New Home Is The 'Anti-Shea' [New York Times]

"They're part of Mets lore," said Bryan Kortis of Neighborhood Cats, a Manhattan rescue group. "So why not keep them around?" Kortis estimated the stadium may be home to 20 to 40 cats, based on Shea's size and its proximity to Flushing Bay, which makes the Willets Point section of Queens a haven for rodents. "They need cats there because they're right near the water, and if they don't have them, they're going to be overrun with rats," he said.

This seems rather unnecessary. If there's one thing I know about cats, it's this: they don't need an invitation to move in. Expect tiny hang gliders to begin landing in the new stadium by the weekend.

Cat Lover Wants Shea Kitties Removed [Newsday]

Another staggering late-season collapse has ended the Mets' season prematurely; the last at Shea. So what better time to reminisce? Here are your Shea Stadium stories, presented by us as they were received; with trace amounts of mustard and beer, and stained liberally with your tears. Enjoy.

Thanks A Lot, Joe. This seems bittersweet to share a Shea Stadium memory after Sunday's debacle, but I've got a keeper for sure: May 23, 2004. I'm sitting in the nosebleeders (aka the Upper Reserved) with my brother Joe and a few friends — including my friend Sean, the most militant but pessimistic Mets fan I know. After Tom Glavine logs his first out of the game, Joe announces, "26 outs to go for a perfect game!" Innocent enough, except Glavine would pitch 6 perfect innings. Sean's temper flared higher with every out up until Glavine walks the first batter in the 7th — blowing the perfect game but keeping the no-hitter in tact. Joe adjusts his pronouncements accordingly. "9 outs to a no-hitter!" Sean expressed his rage by shouting at Joe and crushing those mini-helmets they use for ice cream.

Anyway, Glavine retires the first batter, Jeromy Burnitz, in the 8th and Joe counts down accordingly. Shortly after retiring Burnitz, a Special Education group sitting behind us begins to file out of their seats to head home. One of the students has a seizure and falls forward onto me, pulling my head and neck straight downward. I managed to grab the incredibly-heavy kid around the waist (as if I were going to give him a powerbomb) and hold on to him until the seizure subsides, preventing him from rolling down the Upper Deck seats.

I only point this out because while it occurred, Glavine retired Matt Holliday. And with the commotion, Joe didn't count down the number of outs for the no-hitter. The next batter, Kit Pellow, broke up the no-hitter in the next at-bat. Sean blamed Joe for counting down the outs in the first place. Joe blamed the falling kid for distracting him. And I blamed Tom Glavine, who fucking sucks so goddamn much.

The kid was OK. Joe and Sean haven't spoken since. And instead of the first no-hitter in Mets' history, I ended up with a mentally-challenged mass of humanity trying to break my neck. Kinda like Prince Fielder. — Matthew Artus

• Have A Seat. I don't know if this was during Kingman I or Kingman II — but they sure sucked. I don't remember who they were playing but they mounted about a 6-0 lead. No opportunities to bang our seat cushions. With 2 out in the bottom of the 9th — the inevitable happened. Kingman, bases empty solo home run. As if on cue, 10,000 seat cushions instantly cascaded onto the field. The announcer sternly warned, "anyone caught throwing anyth..." Cue 10,000 more seat cushions. PS — the Mets lost 6-1. — Charles Zucker

• Nixon's The One. My dad used to get press box seats at Shea through his work We had to go through the Diamond Club to get to the seats (right next to channel 9’s camera!) Went to meet my father with my two brothers. Wound up in the same elevator with former President Nixon (I think this was in ’89 or 90). I didn’t know you were supposed to refer to them as “Mr. President” even after they left office. My brother said hello, and mumbled that I should say hi to the president. I called him Mr. Nixon. He tussled my hair and laughed. The Mets lost to the Phillies 5-3, my brothers got really drunk and heckled Mike Schmidt. Good times. — Paul Cassidy

• That's The Ticket. Need I say more? (See photo). Though a 2nd memory was a bit less obvious. 1987 — had purchased tickets through Ticketmaster for a slew of games ... including one Saturday v. the Cubs. We went to Shea, went to our seats and sat. 20 minutes later another group of 4 arrived with tickets for the seats we were in. Re-examining our tix, We had tickets for ... Sunday. Obviously before the days of ticket scanning because no one caught this. We went to Mets offices and wound up in the owners box slightly behind home plate next to the broadcast booth. Not bad. — Bob Mantz

• Banner Day. The 1979 Mets were a terrible baseball team. Led by OF Lee Mazzilli and P Craig Swan – sort of in the way that Creed was led by Scott Stapp and Mark Tremonti – the team finished dead last in the NL in attendance and didn’t even draw anywhere near a million fans to Shea that year. I was one of those lucky few. My dad snagged box seats about 15 rows up from the first base bag for a Banner Day doubleheader between the Mets and the (also incredibly shitty) San Diego Padres. Banner Day – when fans create oh-so-clever banners using bed sheets with markers, crayon or goat’s blood on them and walk them around the field before the game – much like a true doubleheader, doesn’t seem to happen much anymore.

As fans with banners were herded toward the field, and incessant Donna Summer tracks blared over the PA system, I tried to get autographs – succeeding only with Met OF Elliott “Not Gary” Maddox and Padres 1B Jay Johnstone in his pre- Lighter Side of Sports days. (My father told me their signatures ruined the baseball I had them sign. He was right.) Meanwhile, a drunken fan continuously called out to Joel “Played for Two Teams in One Day” Youngblood of the Mets, who was soft-tossing in front of the first-base dugout. “Joel…Joooooel…Jooooooooellllll!...” Youngblood, and everyone else in the fairly quiet section, heard the guy. Yet he didn’t respond and the evenly-spaced calls out to him went on for about five full minutes until a disgusted Youngblood looked up and yelled back: “WHAT?”

The fan paused, wobbled and yelled “You suck, Joel!”

The few fans there all broke into laughter as Youngblood just sighed, dropped his shoulders and started throwing again. When Met 2B Doug Flynn came out of the dugout to throw, the guy waited a minute and started … “Flynn …. Flyynnn … Flyyyyynnnnn … ” —Joe Student

• This One Was For All Of Them. I'm not a good enough writer to describe how Mike Piazza's go-ahead home run in the bottom of the eighth inning on September 21, 2001 lifted an entire city. I remember standing up and cheering with my friends, at a time when none of us could imagine ever smiling again. I was a freshman at NYU, and just 10 days prior, the tragic events of 9/11 brought about unspeakable pain and suffering. To many, going to a game during a time of mourning was appalling and heartless, but we needed baseball to remind us that we could get past the tragedy and move forward. After Armando Benitez (who else?) gave up a run in the top of the eighth, putting the Braves ahead 2-1, Shea was eerily quiet and dejected. The good vibes from the touching pre-game tribute were all but gone; I don't think we had the heart to go home with another loss. And that’s when it happened. Edgardo Alfonzo reached on a walk and set the stage for Piazza to rescue the Mets, and in many ways, us all from being down. I’m not ashamed to admit that it was the only time I ever cried during a sporting event. We left the stadium in a state that was somewhere between hysteria and disbelief. Whatever that feeling was, I’ll never forget it. — Alex aka Candace Parker Secret Lover

• Wave Of Regret. July 1997, homer hankie night. Fifth inning, Pete Schourek pitching for the Reds gives up his first hit to light hitting Rey Ordonez. Rick Reed (batting a hearty .143) clocks one off the left field foul pole. We fell out of our seats laughing. A couple of years later, Reed now on the mound, an embarrassing wave starts. A fan a few seats over in the mezzanine starts yelling "Don't do the wave, what are you nuts?" He explains to his buddies "Reed can't pitch when these assholes do the wave, watch — he's gonna have a melt-down". Ball four. OK, lucky guess. More waves. "Every time they do the wave and Reed is on the mound he walks a couple of guys then gives up a tape measure home run." Reed grooves a 3-0 fastball which is lined neatly into left field, first and second. The guy gets up and says "I'm not going to sit here and watch this — guaranteed he's going to give up a home run now." Guy walks up the aisle (we're in the mezz boxes) and we never see him again. You know how this story ends. — Breck Witte

• Pen Pals. One of the beauties of Shea Stadium is that when the Mets are bad, it has that minor-league homey feel that's rare elsewhere. As a 7 or 8 year old, I won a Bubbilicious contest to attend a Mets game in the barbecue area in Shea Stadium's left field. About 20 minutes before the game started, my Mom and I got bored of the bubble-gum feast and decided to explore. We pushed open a gate and started walking down a long, blue tunnel. We walked and walked and the next thing we knew, she and I had made our way into the Mets bullpen during pregame warm-ups. Pete Schourek was throwing and pitching coach Mel Stottlemyre was watching. Though one would expect an immediate call to security, Schourek instead stopped his warmup tosses, walked over to greet us, and, along with Stottlemyre and the bullpen catcher, signed a ball that still rests on our bookshelf. Schourek then took the mound to start the game. Nowhere else but Shea would a team be so friendly and naive. — Andrew

• You Gotta Believe. My favorite Shea memory is my oldest sports memory. October 16, 1969. Game five of the 1969 World Series. Yes, I was one of the around 57,000 who were in attendance to witness the Amazins winning their first World Series after seven seasons of being a laughingstock. My family, mom,dad and two older brothers, sat in a box about 10 rows behind the Met dugout for that game. While I don't recal a lot about the game, I was only six at the time, I do recall two teenagers rushing by us in the top of the ninth to go out on the field to shake Donn Clendendon's hand at first base and I do recall the post game celebration when the crowd went on the field. While my family did not rush on the field, my brother Craig, nine at the time, did ask my father if he could but my father said no, we did celebrate in the stands. As you may know, the fan tore up the field. Later, as we were waiting for the Long Island Railroad train to take us home, my father found a piece of the Shea Stadium turf discarded on the platform. He retrieved it and took it home and transplanted it in our backyard. — Kevin aka UkraineNotWeak

• The Wonderful World Of Mr. Met. During the 7th inning of a win over the pirates some time back, a few pals and I noticed a camera crew coming towards us in the upper deck. A kid two rows in front of us had just been selected as the fan of the game. We, of course, were mugging up behind him and were on the big screen. Mr. Met, of course, was there too. He was smiling (well, he’s permanently smiling) and seemed to be enjoying himself. I happened to follow the camera crew and Mr Met up the stadium stairs while I was on my way to the bathroom for some well needed relief after a few stadium tall boys. Going down the skinny corridor I happened to tap Mr Met on the head very gently for a “Hey! Mr. Met – you rock!” but before I could utter the pleasantries, Mr. Met turned around and violently checked me into the wall and gave me the classic Shea Stadium greeting – “Go Fuck Yourself, Asshole. You like getting smacked on the head?” Nothing like a day game at the Sheadium. — Colin Gilbert

• A Little Something For The Ladies ... September 2007 is a month Mets fans would like to forget, but it was the month I made my first trip to Shea Stadium. Star commenter and all-around awesome lady Metschick organized a Deadspin ladies get-together that included me, Lizabelle, Becky and some other friends. The Mets played the Phillies. It was a crisp, sunny day, with just a hint of fall in the air. I sent Becky and Liz on a wild goose chase around the stadium to find me a knish (sorry about that, girls). Greg Dobbs hit a pinch-hit grand slam just as Lizabelle clicked the shutter on her camera. The Phillies beat the Mets 10-6 and swept the weekend series. It was a wonderful day. — Clare Perretta

• Where Memories Take Wing. 1988. As a kid growing up in Flushing, my friends and I used to walk to Shea Stadium for Mets games during the summer. It was a relaxed atmosphere (eh, we had heard all those words before), and $5 for an upper deck ticket. Although we occasionally snuck down to the 1st or 3rd base line, we enjoyed our time in the upper deck. On this particular day we decided to buy a gameday program and scorecard. Our intent wasn't to keep score (at the age of 14 I had no idea had to do so — sad, isn't it?). Instead we amused ourselves by holding a contest to see who could make a paper airplane that would fly the closest to the field. There were 4 of us, and we each made 2 planes. While my first attempt barely hit the mezzanine, one of my friends almost reached the Mets dugout. On my second attempt, I struck pure gold. As I let go of my plane, I could see almost immediately that it was headed for a group of people sitting around 10 rows up from the dugout. Off to the edge of this group was an enormous woman with an even bigger afro. As we realized what was going to happen, my friends and I started laughing uncontrollably. And then it happened — the plane got stuck right in this woman's hair and everyone around me (i.e. drunk, unemployed 31 year-olds) gave me high-fives. The woman remained oblivious for another 3 innings, and when she finally figured out what was going on and removed the airplane, the crowd around her erupted with laughter. Hey, it was 1988 — we figured we were guaranteed another World Series, so we didn't to actually pay attention to the games. — BigTenObsession

• Drinking It All In. I was at a Mets-Yankees game at Shea, this was probably around 2003, Sunday Night Baseball. A few rows in front of my dad and I is your typical, drunk, obnoxious, early 20's, Yankee fan. Yankees take an early lead, and from every moment there on, whether it was a base hit or an average catch in the field, this Yankee fan would turn around, stand up, outstretch his arms in the air with this smug look on his face, not saying a word, taunting the crowd as if to say "Yep, that's right, we're the Yankees". He repeated this act a solid 3-4 times an inning. Flash forward a few innings, Mets take the lead, and coincidentally, Mr. Taunting Yankee fan isn't up to his usual routine because those few Bud Lights he sipped on has become too much for him to handle. He spends a solid 2-3 innings with his head down against the railing, until the ultimate climax occurred that everyone was hoping for. Mr. Can't Hold his Alcohol ends up puking all over the walkway in front of him. A few minutes later security comes to escort him out, as the entire section chants "You Can't Drink! You Can't Drink!" It felt like a MasterCard commercial; Tickets to game — $100, 6 Bud Lights — $40, Puking all over the ground, making an ass of yourself, while 100 people simultaneously chant and make fun of you — PRICELESS. — Tom from Long Island

• Family Values. I only have been to Shea once. I'm a Yankee fan, but my grandmother is a Met fan. I took her to her first game at Shea when she was 70 years old. It was the classic 1999 game 6 play-off game when Robin Ventura hit his "grand slam single" in the 15th to win it for the Mets against the Braves. I know it doesn't sound like a great story, but if you could have seen how happy my grandmother was you would know how great of a memory that one and only trip to Shea was for me. Oh, and my parents saw the Beatles at Shea and still have their ticket stubs. — John Frisone aka Upstate Underdog

• Bat Day. We were at a packed Friday night game in the late '80s, in just about the worst possible seats — upper deck, all the way out by the left field foul pole. The section was filled mostly with after-work drunks, but a few rows in front of us was a family, and in the first inning this little girl, maybe five or six years old, stands up and holds over her head a tiny piece of notebook paper on which she's written "Go Darryl!" or something like that. It was cute, but also kind of comical because the seats were about three miles from home plate and there was no way Darryl could have seen this sign without a telescope. So there's some laughter behind her, and then this one guy, just as a joke for his buddies, shouts "Down in front!" — as if this little girl and her miniature sign were obstructing his view of the action. But the girl hears him. She turns around, and cringes, and sits back down. The whole section starts unloading on this guy, which just makes it worse, because the little girl thinks they're booing her. Her dad puts his arm around her and says something, whereupon she bursts into tears. The abuse of this guy increases by a factor of about ten. Then a chant starts building in the section, and it takes me a minute to figure out what they're saying: "BUY HER SOMETHING! BUY HER SOMETHING!" So the guy leaves his seat, and an inning or two later he reappears behind the box where the family is sitting and taps the little girl on the shoulder. She turns around and with great ceremony he hands her one of those gigantic inflatable bats, probably twice as tall as she is. Her face totally lights up, we see her mouth the words "thank you," and the whole section just explodes. — jondee

Dare you dream of the Dunkin Donuts cup in the visitor's bullpen? $3,500. Hey hands off; Aaron Heilman's not for sale!

Also for sale: All manner of signs and banners, including several "No Forklifts" signs, which should be a hit at parties. And the foul poles will run you $25,000 each. Here's the full list. The items, sold in partnership with the MeiGray Group, went on sale at 10 a.m. today and can only be purchased by calling (888) 463-4472. They will be available to view throughout this weekend's series against the Braves. I can just see a peacefully dozing Bobby Cox being loaded into an SUV by a family from Suffolk County.

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A few thoughts:

• The pictures of the new Citi Field make it look like an Ebbets Field throwback, but once you're up close, you realize it looks just like the new Busch Stadium, and Citizens Bank Park, and Camden Yards, and all other "retro" stadiums that are going up now. As we've mentioned before, the great irony is that we have replaced all the old cookie cutter stadiums with new cookie cutter stadiums.

• Sadly, opening day was the lone day for Rick Astley. Last night they played Bon Jovi's "Livin' On A Prayer," which received a much heartier ovation. Also of note: That pro-union song was actually sponsored by The United Association of Plumbers and Pipefitters. We thought that was great.

• We'll kind of miss Shea in a way we won't miss Yankee Stadium. Both are antiquated, uncomfortable ballparks ... but at least Shea knows it, and revels in it. And you watch people get in fights in the upper deck at Shea without worrying that one of the snipers on the roof is going to take them out.

It wasn't a booing night in Flushing. Maybe because of Pedro. Maybe because this was a makeup date and you had to go a little out of your way to find it. Maybe some of the more sympathetic souls at Shea took "makeup date" literally and felt conciliatory toward their team on this, the last evening they would spend alone in first place.

Then there's the very real possibility that there wasn't a ton of derision because there wasn't a ton of concern or its sibling emotion, a ton of belief. You can't believe what you've seen since September 12: the Mets 4-10, the Phillies 11-3. After 140 quick minutes, we filed out like middle-schoolers from a mandatory assembly. It was cool to get out of class for a couple of periods, but that was pretty lame, wasn't it? Yes, it was lame. Yes, the Mets are lame. Yes, the Mets are choking on their own vomit in historic fashion. At first it was disturbing to watch. Then it was sad. Now it's barely anything.

Baseball Prospectus points out that if the Mets do lose this lead, it will be the second worst collapse in baseball history, behind the 1995 Angels.

But collapses do not happen in a vacuum, and if you saw highlights from Philadelphia last night, that place has bugs in its britches. And lots — and we mean LOTS — of towels.

Mets and Phillies are tied. This might be a fun weekend.

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