Okay, so folks keep asking how I got those Mr. Met pics I shared the other day. It wasn’t exactly rocket science, but it took a bit of doing, you know? Here’s how it all went down.
Getting the Idea
It started pretty simple. We were planning to take the family to a Mets game. My youngest is really into mascots right now, thinks they’re the coolest thing ever. So, the mission became clear: we absolutely had to get a picture with Mr. Met. It wasn’t just a ‘nice to have’, it became the main event for the kid, baseball almost secondary!
Game Day Plan
First things first, I got the tickets for a weekend day game. Figured that gave us the best shot, more daylight, maybe a slightly more relaxed vibe than a packed night game. I didn’t do a ton of research, honestly. I just sort of assumed Mr. Met would be wandering around. My plan was basically:
- Get there early, like when the gates open.
- Head towards the main concourse areas or maybe the kids’ zone if they have one.
- Keep eyes peeled.
Pretty basic stuff. I told my wife, “You handle the snacks and seats, I’m on mascot duty.”
The Hunt Begins
We got into Citi Field right when they let folks in. The place was already buzzing, you know that pre-game energy. I started walking the main level concourse. Lots of people, lots of food smells, but no giant baseball head. I checked near the big team store, nothing. Walked past a few concession stands, still no luck. I was starting to think, maybe he only comes out right before the first pitch?
Then I remembered someone mentioning something about a fan zone area, maybe behind center field? So, I started heading that way. Took a bit of navigating through the crowds. People were already settling in, getting beers, finding their seats.
Success! Finding Mr. Met
And boom! There he was. Right near some kids’ play area, just like I kinda guessed. He wasn’t hard to spot, big orange stitches and all. There was already a small line, mostly families, which was good. Didn’t look like a crazy wait.
We hopped in line. My kid was bouncing off the walls excited. Mr. Met was doing his thing, waving, giving high fives (or maybe high fours, given his hands?), posing. He didn’t talk, obviously, but he was pretty animated.
Getting the Shot
When it was our turn, it went quick. We walked up, I pointed at my kid, Mr. Met knelt down. My wife was ready with the phone. Snap, snap. Got a couple of good ones. One with just the kid, one with me awkwardly half-kneeling next to them. Mr. Met gave a thumbs up, patted my kid on the head, and we were done. Maybe 30 seconds total?
The whole interaction was smooth. The people managing the line kept things moving, Mr. Met was patient with the kids. Exactly what you’d hope for.
The Result
After that, we could relax, find our seats, and actually watch some baseball. Checked the phone later, the pics came out great. Kid was thrilled, mission accomplished. Honestly, getting there early was key. If we’d waited until the game was underway, might have been harder to track him down or the line might have been huge.
So yeah, that’s the story. No secret handshake or VIP pass needed. Just showed up early, walked around a bit, and waited our turn. Simple stuff, but made the day for my kid, and gotta admit, it was kinda fun for me too. Got the pics to prove it!
