I was in the lower deck, but further down the right field line. With having grown up near Iowa City, perhaps we passed each other, either at the game or on the road! And yes, I had the shirt for a long time. As recently as a few years ago, my brother-in-law still had his.
This weekend was my only trip to the Met. That it was only my third MLB game ever had me not realizing how electric the atmosphere was, but it certainly made an impression on me.
Oops. I didn't catch that the OP said right field. Agreed -- Stew climbed the left field pole as the caption says. In fact, the picture was probably taken from about my angle.
My hotel memory from the weekend is a little different and more traumatic. We stayed in a suite, so I slept in the couch in one room. When I went to the bathroom, I walked into the bedroom my sister and brother-in-law were in, oblivious to the thought of knocking first. As an impressionable kid, I was appalled to see them in the same single bed. I later did the math and, as it turns out, my first niece was born nine months to the day later.
They claim nothing happened that night, but that's my story and I'm sticking to it.