So I was at the game yesterday with my best friend (huge Mets fan) and his two kids, and we had an absolute blast.  Couple of thoughts/observations:

1. I will never in my life forget the name "Lastings Milledge" or the 2-strike pitch our friend Armando served up.  In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if, on my deathbed (at age 92), I awaken briefly from a coma and croak out the name "Milledge!" just before dying and leaving my loved ones mystified.
2. Showboating or not, LM has a real future as a fan favorite there, and I predict the right field corner will be known as "Lastings' Village" within 2-3 years.  (I also predict a Daily News/Post identical back page of "Blastings!" after his first multi-homer game).
3. Morris actually looked pretty good as the game went on, but I'm afraid that his failure to close out the sixth after two great strikeouts is going to be pretty typical even of games when he throws well.
4. I got to go down on the field for this Summer Sunday afternoon deal where kids can run the bases  after the game.  Adults couldn't get on the basepaths, but we got to walk the full circuit of the field along the warning track and the foul area.  Totally thrilling -- my first time ever on a major league field.
5. On my way into the field, I saw Barry and someone else in street clothes sauntering onto the Giants' bus.  I was a good 30 yards away, but I stopped and shouted something goofy like "World Series, Barry!  This is the year!" Definitely got his attention, and I'm about 65% sure I got a little nod.  Maybe 55% sure.
6.  BEST OF ALL.  When Benitez came in, I whipped out of my pocket a printout of Natto's brilliant illustration I had prepared just for that moment, and it got my friend and the entire group of Mets fans seated around us absolutely cracking up.  They were gleeful, obviously, when Benitez melted down, but they were also sympathetic, having been there many times themselves.