EVERYBODY'S COMING DOWN

If you are a Mets’ fan to your core, you knew it had to end like this.

You knew that your team needed to say goodbye to Shea in a game that would see them dismiss the playoffs from their schedule on the final day of the season, for the second year running.

You knew the weather would be cloudy, and that the sun would break through, and you knew that it would rain.

I knew, because I learned a lot from Shea Stadium.

I learned early about the intimacy of failure.

I learned that men will fight like lions for meaningless things.

I learned that those same men will piss in the sink rather than wait for an available stall.

So farewell, Shea Stadium, you old son of a bitch. Farewell.