Great seats at CitiField

There’s an endearing song they sing here about going to a baseball game — see words below. C knows the lyrics and can belt out the tune rather well and very enthusiastically. It has the same title as this post and is baseball’s “anthem”.

A wonderfully inspired dad named Jay, hopped on Stubhub last week on the day of the game, and bought prime seats to take C to see Jose Reyes and the Mets play last week. It was a potentially milestone game, in that Reyes may no longer play for the Mets next season.

The guys had great seats. Just a dozen or so rows behind the dugout — leading to lots of back and forthing down to see what was going on. The view doesn’t get better than that, along with to-your-seat wait service (but apparently not for Shake Shack — a shame.)

Here’s to honouring a father-and-son American tradition…

Take me out to the ball game,
Take me out with the crowd;
Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack,
I don’t care if I never get back.
Let me root, root, root for the home team,
If they don’t win, it’s a shame.
For it’s one, two, three strikes, you’re out,
At the old ball game.

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