Thanks to the largesse of my friend David Jensen, I got a chance to see Citi Field, the new home of the New York Mets. Compared to old, dingy, dank, smelly Shea Stadium, which every day of the last ten years seemed 
less and less like a major league ball park, Citi Field is a tremendous improvement: it has wide, open concourses, spacious food courts, inviting souvenir stands, attractive amenities, clean bathrooms, and from all I could tell from a seat in the second row from the top, excellent sight lines. The iron work and brick design also is attractive, and if it doesn’t invite the breathless wow! with which I greeted Oriole Park at Camden Yards on my first and only 
trip there a decade or so ago, it is still very nice indeed. I’m sorry to say that the much-ballyhooed Jackie Robinson Rotunda is underwhelming, and as gestures go, it falls squarely into the better late than never category. By the way, the Mets won, beating the Nationals 8-2, and although David Wright (pictured swinging, not effectively) didn’t hit so much, he made four very snazzy plays at third. Flash that leather, Mr. Wright!
