Can You Take Me High Enough?

You know how Frankie Rodriguez gets a save and then points skyward? I used to think he was giving thanks to the Heavens for instilling in him the talent and fortitude to close out baseball games for the New York Mets. I now realize he was just saying "hi" to the folks in Row 17 of Promenade. "Hi" back, Frankie. Thanks for the save. And thanks to a nice man and great Mets fan named Michael Garry who showed me how the upper half lives Friday night, for I got an unexpected and by no means unfulfilling taste of the last row of Citi Field for the first time. The last shall be first, or something like that, which is fine when the Mets win. When the Mets win, every seat in the house is one of those unfillable Field Level niches — Metropolitan Box! Field Box! Baseline Box! Let's Name More Overpriced Boxes We Can't Sell At Full Price! — for which I'm continually receiving mets.com e-mail come-ons. From high atop Citi Field, way back in Section 537, you c...