Walking out of the long hallway to my seats at Shea Stadium, I began to smell the green grass, and the hot dogs. My head was spinning because of the noise from the large crowd that had emerged to see the New York Mets play their final game of the season. I had been watching the Mets play my entire life, and I had memorized the names and stats of everyone on the team. Ever since I began playing baseball and watching the Mets, I had only dreamed about going to Shea Stadium and watching the Mets play in person. This was the day that I fell in love with sports.
A few days earlier I was watching the Mets game at my uncle's house during a family party. Everyone was intently watching the game since it was towards the end of the season, and the Mets had a chance of making the playoffs since they were only two games back in the wild card race. During the game my uncle told me that he had tickets to the last game of the season, Mets vs. Phillies, a rivalry game in itself, but it was an even bigger game because the Mets would need to win this game to make the playoffs. He asked me if I wanted to attend the game with him. I was shocked and excited, going to a Mets game had been a dream of mine for a couple of years, and this game was probably the most important game of the season.
The next few days dragged by, as I waited in anticipation to attend my first Mets game. I woke up the day of the game, and my Dad informed me that the Mets would need to beat the Phillies in order to make the playoffs, and if they lost their great season would be over. I went to the stadium with my uncle that day, filled with excitement. The Mets ended up beating the Phillies, which meant they advanced to the playoffs. After the win, the stadium broke out in celebration. This was a great ending to an unforgettable day. The Mets ended up making it all the way to the World Series, losing to the New York Yankees.
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