Thursday, July 28, 2011
GOODBYE TO CARLOS BELTRAN.
My first encounter with Mets’ fans uneasy relationship with Carlos Beltran was early in the 2006 season. The game went into extras, everyone around me in Section 12 left, and I headed to self-upgrade myself to the Mezzanine Boxes. A few minutes later I was joined by half a dozen Latino kids in their late teens, who had snuck down from the Upper Deck.
They sat there, laughing and punching each other, and yelling things at the field in Spanish. It was one of my classic “I hate that I live in NYC and don’t understand a word of Spanish” moments.
And then, Carlos Beltran came to bat, and then, they got into it, standing in unison and yelling things down at the field, cracking up as they leaned over the railing and hurled what I assumed were insults towards the field. They would crack up after every line and almost dive back behind the railing as though we were the only ones there and they didn’t want Carlos to know what they were yelling.
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