With only one season left before they move into their new digs at the alright sounding but terribly spelled CitiField, the Mets will be wearing the design above on a patch to commemorate 45 years at Shea Stadium.

I’m a Mets fan, but wouldn’t this be like Jesus Christ giving high fives and celebrating his three hours on the crucifix, or Elie Wiesel cherishing those fab moments in the Nazi concentration camps?

Oh, Shea had its charms of course. The cheap tickets, sausage and peppers, and beat-up home run apple were certainly all the tits. But, in reality, Shea was like a mustache grown to be ironic. The only reason we lavished it with praise was because we knew it was actually a shitty place. So bad it was good. A loveable loser of stadiums. You get the point.

I’ll miss Shea — a clusterfuck of concrete, paint and piss — but I’m definitely ready for CitiField.

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