“Nouggie at the Mets”

Man I Love the Mets. While everyone in New York is in love with the Yankees and their gazillion World Series wins, I have a special place in my heart for the Mets. When I was a little girl my father always watched them and only tuned into the Yankees when the Mets weren’t playing. So with that said, if you didn’t watch the Mets, you couldn’t watch the Yankees in my house and I grew up to be a Mets fan by hostage.  I became the one who’d walk into a bar wearing a Mets hat and jersey during a Mets-Yankee Subway series in my Bronx hometown. and secretly loved the heckling and jostling I got when I walked in. Now that I’ve given you a little background on my loyalty to the Mets, here’s my “Nouggie” story.

I met this great guy that was a total sports buff. He worked out, looked good coming and going and was a total sweetheart. I had known him for a couple of years but we were more acquaintances than anything else, but I had a little crush on him. We finally came to a point in our lives where we were both free and he asked me out to a Mets game. Now I had gone out on one or two dates with him already and knew that he was a bit of a sports fanatic but I liked him anyway and felt I could deal with it until we hit the Mets” pavement….

From the minute “Mike” and I got out of the subway everything was a challenge with him. It was, “let’s run to the stadium from here,” or “let’s race up the ramp to our seats!!” But once we got there and settled in for the cheering and jeering, for some reason this guy thought I was his kid brother instead of his date. The Mets hit a home run and out of nowhere he grabs me by the head, puts it under his armpit and gives me a Nouggie of front of all New York. I got out of his hold screaming “Are you mad? WTF is wrong with you?!!” “Oh I’m sorry but did you see that?” “No I was under your armpit!”

After that we were done. The only Nouggie Mike got was the one he gave me at the Mets.