Fordham’s Mets fans lined up last night at the Bronx’s Mets House, tattooing NYC’s spring with fandom. Artist Jay Patel inked logos as 50 queued, a Citi Field opener tie-in. It’s borough pride—$50 tats, free vibes, pure BX soul. A kid got a sleeve; a pro flashed Amazin’. ‘Bronx bleeds Mets—this is it,’ Patel says, wiping ink. The hub turned canvas.
The bash’s a one-off—April 5’s kickoff, it doubled since RSVPs, packing chairs by 10 a.m. Patel’s a Soundview needler; last night’s crowd hit max—buzzers hummed. A latecomer nabbed a slot; IDs checked—NYC grit glowed. Mets swag dropped—hype spiked high. #MetsTattoo trended; Staten’s jealous.
Some griped—’Too permanent,’ sniped a newbie, dodging needles. Space squeezed—latecomers watched; ink held. A gun jammed—fixed quick; art rolled. Manhattan wants a turn, but Citi owns it—fans rule. Mets House never marked so hard.
Patel’s teasing a playoff run, maybe a mobile rig if summer bites. ‘NYC’s team—this brands it,’ he says, packing tools. The tattoo’s a Bronx win—grit meets loyalty. It’s a Mets mark; show it off. Bring ID—ink lasts.