Thanks to last night’s scintillating Mets vs. Nationals matchup on ESPN, I finally got my first good look at RFK Stadium. Frankly, the place scares me. See how that section of orange seats ends before the foul pole? It’s the same in right field. There are NO outfield seats in fair territory on the field level. And look how high the upper deck is. I don’t care how many balls Frank Howard put there in the 60s. I want no part of it in 2005…which means that when I finally make it down there, hopefully some time this summer, I’ll be stuck in that little section in foul territory, relying on major league hitters to mistime their swings on 60mph BP fastballs. Yeah, that happens a lot.
Speaking of ballparks where I’m trapped in small sections of orange seats in foul territory, I’m heading for Shea in less than an hour–unless it starts raining, and weather.com says there’s a 50% chance. Tonight is another one of those nights when I’ll have to leave the game early to make it to work by 9pm, so if there’s no BP, it’s not worth going.