Let's Go (See the) Mets!

To Sweetness! baseball used to be quite foreign

To her this American game might as well be Ecuadoran

But then sometime last year while she was sleeping

Into her dreams Wright, Ike and others came creeping

Soon she was watching the post-game on SNY

The pre-game too with Bobby O, my-oh-my

Last year she took to players who this year are gone

Like Frenchie for one, and she always liked Angel Pagan

Now in Rochester even the spring is cold and quite snowy

So she cooked up an idea -- at first she feared it too doughy --

But some more time in the brain -- her's is hot as an oven --

The idea popped up perfect as if bewitched by a coven

The Mets, spring training, and Florida's Port St. Lucie!

The idea was more than just tasty, why it was downright juicy

Sweetness! called her dad and soon they were flying on jets

To Florida! In March! To cheer on the Mets!

In Fort Lauderdale where they landed the traffic was fierce

And the veil of parking for dinner took an effort to pierce

But just off 1A they found the Cafe Blue Fish

Where natives love their seafood like the Chosen love knish

Later, in Port St Lucie on dear old Route 1

Their choice of Best Western proved an astute one

The room was big enough for two, though not quite a true suite

Two TV's, big beds and fast internet made things complete

Breakfast on Sunday morning should be more than just bread

So Sweetness! and Jake disdained the motel's free spread

And instead headed down to Jensen Beach where they found

Jan's Place where eggs, biscuits and orange juice all wear the crown

Half a block from Jan's Place

Then it was off for a stroll on the beach quite near by

They saw surfers and sun tanners but no swimmers, why?

Up by the concession stand flags did flap in the breeze

Red and blue flags, and a sign to read if you please

Red means dangerous swimming and blue means sea pests

What could the latter mean? Surely not the many bikinied breasts

The lifeguard told them the pests were Man-of-War, type Portuguese

And against their hurtful sting there were no good warranties

Jake and Sweetness! had seen some strange seaweed on the shore

And it's a good thing they didn't investigate more

For from the blue balloons these critters use to float

Dangle tentacles that sting "like a bee" -- from the lifeguard a quote

Soon it would be game time so they hurried back to St Lucie

For it was Mets v. the Red Sox! No time to be loosey goosey!

The ticket was a hot one, so their seats were out on the berm

And there were so many Sox fans our duo often did squirm

From the Berm Beyond Right Field

But the game was a good one with home runs galore

Two by the Mets, and Bosox had three, yes that's one more

But Boston's were solos, while Ike's, a two-runner

And when Duda hit the game winner, why it couldn't be funner

So thought our duo until at Duffy's they had dinner

Where they actually met a World Series winner

Ron Darling was there and they both shook his hand

Even in Florida flip-flops old Number 12 looked grand

But the excitement was not over for Sweetness! and Jake

The tuna at Duffy's was good but more was at stake

For next door bowling who else did they see?

Why it's Ike! (Sweetness!'s heart skips a beat) and the tall Pelfrey

This historic night of Sunday seemed like a dream

They stopped on Route 1 to celebrate with ice cream

For Sweetness! the night could be made better by nada

Unless, that is, they had managed to see young Mr. Tajada

The next two days were nice too, in the Florida sunshine

So don't think that these short verses seek anything to malign

Or that Monday and Tuesday were anything worse

It's that Sunday has used all the "epic" verse....

On Monday, early, Jake went to a big time golf course

Seeking the cool of the day for his blood most Norse

It was a lot of money for his game, which is not great

Still he managed to shoot a very fine 98

The Ryder Course at PGA Village

The Mets game on Monday was against the Tigers of Detroit

The 2-1 loss was not exciting, though nothing was truly maladroit

And our duo got to see Mr. Dickey and his famous knuckle ball

Which danced up to the plate, bringing a chuckle to all

Dinner that night was down in Stuart, a town somewhat strange

For it has a traffic circle, intersected by a track for choo-choo trains

Their hoped-for restaurant was closed on this Monday night

So Jake and Sweetness! ate elsewhere, the food unfortunately slight

Tuesday was started with breakfast down again at Place-de-Jan's

Of her killer orange juice they had become rabid fans

And dinner that night proved a good local thrill

Back down Jensen Beach way at Caps Island Grill

Tween breakfast and dinner was their final Mets game

Though a split-squad affair the fun was the same

They sat four rows from the field, the best seats of the trip

And could even see the relief pitchers adjusting their grip

The Nats won this game four to three

But our duo was not that unhappy

for they didn't have to suffer and see

Oliver Perez pitch up in Kissimmee

The flight home was the usual delayed affair

But this father and daughter just didn't care

And so what if this is doggerel in its rhyme

Their time together was together time

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