The freakin’ New York Metropolitans are going to the 2015 World Series — they swept the Cubs tonight!!! ☆☆☆
I’m from Queens, I use to live like 15 minutes from Shea Stadium (now renamed Citi Field). My first MLB game I’ve ever seen live was at that ballpark. I was not a Yankees fan, the pinstripes didn’t impress me. I would never cross that Whitestone Bridge to see the Yankees play. The last time the Mets went to the World Series was when it was also what we New Yorkers call a “Subway Series” (because no true New Yorker needs a car) — it was Bronx vs. Queens… the last time the Mets went to the World Series was against the Yankees.
My love for baseball actually started because of a boyfriend (there’s a surprise, right?). He was blonde and blue, and had a wicked fast ball and a nasty slider. I fell head-over-heels for him because he has the most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen in my life. (It reminds me of Kris Bryant’s eyes a little.)
I loved his blue, blue eyes and he loved baseball. He got a baseball scholarship to Missouri (of all places!), and he loved the Mets, but baseball was dull and boring to me — so he took me to a Mets game (we were right above the visitor’s dug-out, which happened to be the St. Louis Cardinals), what a guy.
So even though we had front row seats at the ballpark, I still had no idea what was going on. Then one day, he sat me down in front of his TV during a Mets game, and explained baseball to me. I whined, but he was determined. I was going to know about baseball. (Even now I like watching the games on TV instead of at the ballparks because I like the commentary and I like the play-backs.)
I learned the different pitches because that was his position, pitcher. I learned the rules of the game, and the difference between the National and American leagues. I know what a slider, curve ball, fast ball, cutter, knuckle ball, and screwball is… I know what the commentators are talking about when they say a pitcher just threw a changeup or a breaking ball. I know what happened when the umpire calls a balk. (He even tried to teach me how to throw — Good God woman, you throw like a damn girl!)
He was going to play baseball no matter what. Which meant that was his number one priority. Nothing was going to hold him back. I was 22 and I wanted a ring. It was me or baseball.
He got drafted by the Milwaukee Brewers in the 34th round of the MLB June Amateur Draft, for their farming system. He never made his MLB debut though, so when an opportunity came up for him to play pro in Canada, he signed a contract with them — the last time we talked, I found out he has a little daughter around my daughter’s age… (not gonna lie, I’m totally hatin’ that I could have been with him instead of ending up with some other guy!)
The night that he broke up with me, he came over to my apartment and told me he got picked for the Amateur Draft. He loves me, but he loves baseball more. I know you want to get marry, but I can’t pass up this chance. Something like this will never happen for me again.
I cried so much I popped a blood vessel in my left eye — so not only did I get dumped, but for two weeks I looked like I got punched in the eye! Because he couldn’t bring himself to buy me a ring, he gave me his baseball to show me that he did love me then (even if he did love baseball more, I was a close second in his heart) — it was the ball that he pitched a shutout game, the game that made the recruiters see him, and ultimately gave him his draft pick.
So my love of baseball and the NY Mets isn’t because I’m a true baseball fan, or because I’m a New Yorker, or even because I’m from Queens… it’s because of a guy with blue, blue eyes. ♡