The Rose on the thorny vine of Mets fanhood
I had sat at the hipster bar near Detroit for seven innings, and the Mets had only two hits. The season was over unless we could come up with a couple of runs in the final two frames against the Brewers. I couldn’t take it. I settled my tab and took the streets of Hamtramck, Michigan.
TL;DR
- The author was at a hipster bar near Detroit watching a Mets game.
- The Mets had only two hits in seven innings, with their season on the line.
- The author left the bar and walked through Hamtramck, Michigan.
- The author sought fresh air, movement, and to listen to Howie's voice.