I once made it to the Mets opening day, against the Cubs. I also went the next day. What I remember: It was freaking cold. Luckily the sun hit us for about 6 innings, which kept it bearable, but other than that it was bitter for a ballgame. Reminded me of "spring" practices in high school, only without movement to keep you warm. There was very little in terms of pageantry (coming off a sub .500 season, the Mets - and in this case the Cubs - had nothing to celebrate or boast about). There was a sense of excitement in the air, especially walking through the gate. Smiles were ear to ear, everybody was happy to be out of work, not to mention to see a season start fresh. Joe Borowski's dad was all giddy in the 6th, waiting in a long line for the pisser. But all in all, it was just another game, probably more like a later season game than a typical April/May game, but nothing crazy.