Yesterday, we took the kids to see the Mets and for once, my head was clear and I wasn't sidetracked by my to-do list or my BlackBerry. Since my BB died as soon as the game started, I could actually focus on having a great time with my kids and my husband as we consumed really fattening food and marveled at the amazing seats we had scored. We were literally three rows away from the field which means we could scream out at the players and they would actually hear us. In fact, one kid next two me caught two foul balls - we of course caught nothing but that's probably because we were too preoccupied with our pizza, hot dogs, ice cream, lemon ice and meatball sandwich.
The game was going well - Mets were winning and then everything changed on a dime. The other team scored several runs and tied the game and then out of nowhere, a breeze started blowing into the stadium just as the grounds crew was sweeping the field. Dirt and debris started swirling into the air along with thousands of napkins and then we saw a flash of lightning and everyone started clearing out of the stadium.
For a split second it felt as if a tornado were headed our way - my son was totally spooked and started to cry and as we ran to our car, I grabbed my daughter's hand and tried as best I could to avoid trees and metal objects as we bolted to our minivan.
When we finally made it to the car, that's when the rain hit. But it wasn't a normal rain. It was the kind of rain that literally felt like it could break a windshield. And just as we had made our way over to the bridge, that's when the wind picked up again and all I could see were massive gusts of air coming straight for our car. I let out a loud gasp and my husband told me to keep quiet - I was rattling his confidence and he had to keep the minivan in one lane as we drove next to an eighteen wheeler that was swerving out of it's lane.
For the next 20 seconds, it felt as if we were on that bridge for eternity and I just kept praying to God and to my grandma to keep us safe and not blow us off the Whitestone. I even had visions of how we'd get out if the car fell into the water - yes, I am insane. But thankfully, we made it through the rain (thank you Barry Manilow), got to our house and the kids decided they didn't want to sleep in their beds because they were too scared.
And so, all of us piled into our queen sized bed and we watched from under the covers as the Mets finished their game without us there to cheer them on and unfortunately, they lost. So what started out as a great experience ended in a damper. I guess we should look on the bright side - the Mets may have lost, but at least we didn't get blown off a bridge.