I Can Remember

I can remember my first Mets game.  It was awe-inspiring being that little walking into a place that big.  I can remember my very first favorite Met player, Todd Hundley.  I still have his baseball card with that magical 41 homer season circled on the back.  I can remember my mother arguing with me because I thought our third baseman’s name was actually “Ho Jo” and not Howard Johnson.  I can remember screaming at the television because that ball Todd Zeile hit off the top of the wall was actually a home run against the Yankees during the 2000 World Series.  I can also still remember the pain in my hand when I broke it punching my closet door after watching Carlos Beltran stare at a hanger from Adam Wainwright during the 2006 NLCS.  I can remember that through all of this, I still loved the Mets.

As with any relationship, there are good times and bad times.  The New York Mets and myself are no different.  The team has been a part of my life ever since my mother introduced them to me almost three decades ago.  I have laughed with this team, cheered with this team, and cried with this team (more times than I would like to admit).  But here is the kicker, like any relationship, all these things only made the bond stronger.  My happiness is as much tied to their success as it is to anything else in my life.

I love talking baseball with people.  The need to debate and bounce ideas around has driven me to want to start this blog.  Most conversation about our favorite teams no longer occur around the dinner table or within the confines of the hallowed halls of our favorite stadiums, they occur online.  Hopefully, we have created another venue for Mets fans like myself to voice their opinions, propose their trades, and maybe even visit some of their favorite memories from the past.  So, as you visit this blog, I ask you for only one thing, Shea Something interesting.  I will remember….