Tonight, a concert-sized crowd of tens of thousands will watch a film at Citi Field about a concert at Shea.
They will feel something of what those people felt at the last concert at Shea in July of 2008.
And they will understand something of the miracles that happened at Shea in 1969 and 1986, miracles that have some interesting parallels with other miracles: that a funny-looking guy from Levitown became one of the greatest pop stars of the twentieth century, that four working-class kids from Liverpool became the greatest pop stars of the twentieth century, that New York triumphantly survived the twentieth century. And that the almost eternally disappointing Mets continue to inspire love and loyalty in the hearts of millions.
If you’re going to be there, you’re going to love it.
You will celebrate the genius of the ordinary and the triumph of the lowly. You will hear the echoes of history. And you will become part of it.
I’ll see you there.