The Mets Police

I don't remember a specific time or moment. I was too young to really care about '86. I sensed the excitement in the house, but it didn't mean much personally. I was brought to more and more games as I got older, and it was just right.

Being at Shea for Ventura's Grand Single. I was 17, and me and a friend got tickets randomly through a friend of a friend. Being in the stands for Endy's catch was amazing as well, although the feeling not lasting very long puts it a distant second.

The last games of '07 and '08 were pretty bad. Not being there in '07 blocked some of the pain, and the Shea Goodbye ceremony and the deja vu helped in '08, so I'm going to say game 7 in '06, despite all the good feelings from that year. To get so close, to have the bases loaded, to have Endy's catch, and then have it all taken away so fast as we all silently exited the building and drove home was horrible. The hawker trying to sell me a Cardinals cap outside didn't help either.

I would harp on the Mets being about "New York Baseball" honoring each and every team from the Giants and the Dodgers to the Federal League and Negro League teams. Everyone except the Yankees, who were transplanted from Baltimore.

I'd fire Dan Warthen and Jerry Manuel. It's not often an owner can snap his fingers and make the team better.