Dear Skill Sets,

 

 

What impeccable timing you fellows have as I received your e mail to let me know that I can bid on every piece of Shea Stadium from bricks that will be in the ruble of the excavation of the stadium to the outfield walls, and the letters that spell out S-H-E-A.  I have to say it is an impressive list of memorabilia you’re hawking and I’m sure the monies collected for the items will be going to good cause but that’s not why I’m writing to you. No, after reading this list of items and the prices you want for them all I’d like to know is when will you stop fucking with your fan base? Do you ever get tired of embarrassing Mets fans and treating us like shit? Or do you get some perverse enjoyment knowing that your fan base or “customers” as you like to call us, are so loyal to the laundry you put out on the field that we will put up with more annoying bullshit this side of 34 Street and 8th Avenue?

 

Who came up with the price of $869 bucks for the pair of seats? Wouldn’t it have been more appealing to your working class fans to make the seats $200 or $250 for the pair. Even at that big price I would take a chance of calling a family meeting to request the family discretionary funds for a couple of Shea seats. We could forgo heating oil for a month as we could all wear our quilted Mets jackets, with the Mets hoodie and our Mets wool caps as we drink hot coco from our Mr. Met coffee mug. Same with the signage and posters wouldn’t $75 to $150 dollars be a decent price to pay for section signs and even an exit sign?

 

I guess I just don’t get it. The disconnect that you, the people you employ especially the game day staff that treat your “customers” like inmates at Gitmo. I’d like to chalk it up to the what I call the “9-11 syndrome” where anyone with a sliver of authority thinks they are part of the Fighting 69th as your rent a cop security force acted like total assholes on the last day of Shea trying to get fans out of the ballpark as soon as the closing ceremony was over. What was the rush?  Why couldn’t the few of us that hung around stay and chat about the ball park that we have spent the better part of our springs and summers in?  Oh and by the way I hope at $iti Field you have better attire for this force as 300lb men in tight orange golf shirts are not just an eyesore but they look as sloppy as your team in a September pennant race.

 

I know Freddy and Jeffey I have taken a nasty tone with you guys here and in other letters I’ve sent you but you have to understand you guys a fucking with something that is near and dear to my heart, my baseball team.  How can I defend my team against the forces of evil from the Bronx and Quakertown when they say everything you guys touch turns to shit? I try to defend you but you do things like this auction or not allowing the fans to walk on the Shea field for the last game or letting a woman gather dirt from the pitchers mound as a remembrance of her dead father. I try very hard to defend this franchise but you keep doing stupid shit that makes me throw up my hands. Now I know how John McCain’s campaign manger feels.

 

So I hope you find some deep pocket suit to buy your scrap and hopefully the money you raise goes to the Rebuild The Bullpen Fund as that would be a worthwhile cause if it’s for Jeffey’s Beach House in Amagansett then there will be another nasty missive in your future

 

Sincerely,

Steve Keane

The Eddie Kranepool Society

 

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