How to rate the best games?

There have been so many great games at Shea Stadium over the years, how do you rate them?
The best game I ever attended? Well I guess I would be crazy not to say, Game 6 1986 World Series. I was a Saturday Season Ticket holder for two years, so we were able to get tickets!
October 25, 1986 was a night to remember. I think everyone knows where they were on this night. My brother had come to the game with me. My dad, who I had the season tickets with, had to fly out to California for his brother’s funeral and did not get back until that afternoon. I felt bad that after all the games he came to, that he couldn’t come to the World Series. He really wanted to be there. My brother is Yankee fan so he was rooting for the Mets and against the Red Sox, which made it fun for him!
We got to Shea at 6:00 with our picnic dinner. We parked as always on Northern Blvd underneath the Grand Central/Van Wyck Epressway overpass. Free parking if you got their early enough.
Roger Clemens against Bob Ojeda. Great matchup. It was back and forth all night. I remember paying attention to Clemens’ pitch count. It was very high. I knew if we got him out of the game, we had a better shot at winning. He was not his usual invincible self that night. I knew we had a shot. There were plenty of Red Sox fans scattered around cheering for the Sox.
I remember it was very cold that night. I had gloves on, as did most. The clapping and cheering sounds were muffled by the coldness of the night. Fans would cheer and jump up at the drop of a hat just to stay warm.
There is something to be said for being the home team. As a fan, it was a relief to know that in a tie game, in late or extra innings, you have a huge advantage. Just knowing what you have to do to stay in the game or win is an advantage in itself. If they don’t score, you need only one to win. If you don’t score, you have another inning. You know you have a strong heart if you can make it through a game like this. I could feel it racing each time we had a chance to win it. I felt it sink and breaking when the Red Sox went ahead. My emotions felt like they were all over the place and my heart and stomach were on a roller coaster not knowing which way it was going to go next.
I remember Dave Henderson hitting that home run in the 10th inning and still having hard feelings towards the man to this day. The Red Sox fans in the area were all excited and cheering their team. The Mets fans were yelling right back at them.
When the Mets came up in the bottom of the 10th I still had hope. All year long, and in Houston in Game 6, we saw them come back in exciting fashion.
I don’t know how many people saw it, but when the Mets made the second out, the Diamond Vision scoreboard accidentally put up CONGRATULATIONS RED SOX! Everyone else that saw it was yelling with me, “Hey Wait! It’s not over yet!” Little did we know, how right we were.
Singles by Carter, Mitchell, then Knight and we were back in it. The excitement built with each hit.
Here comes Mookie! A Met favorite, we could not have had a better man at the plate in that situation. I am not sure if any other player would have been able to get out of the way of the wild pitch by Bob Stanley. A Hit by Pitch and the whole situation could have changed. Then comes one of the most famous plays in baseball. Mookie hits the ball and it goes through Buckner’s legs. I think knowing it was Mookie and his speed, may have distracted Buckner.
I get goose bumps every time I see or think of that play. Whenever I hear Vin Scully’s voice I remember that moment. To this day, I have never seen Shea Stadium erupt like that. You could feel the upper deck moving up and down. We were hugging everyone in sight. People you didn’t know were hugging and high fiving each other. The people in front of us had a cake with them. They put candles in it and we all made a wish ( I wonder what that wish was?) and blew out the candles!
I was so absolutely spent from that game that I was glad it rained the following day and they postponed the game. I needed a day off! I had no voice, which I did not realize until I got home and tried to talk to my mom.
The funny thing is my mom thinks she is a jinx. She had the whole family at the house watching the game. In the 9th inning she left the room that everyone was watching the game in. She said she was going to ruin it for the Mets. She still does that now.
I would have loved to go to Game 7, but if I had my choice of the two games, it still would have been Game 6. That will always be the greatest game for me. I don’t know if any game will ever surpass that one.

My first experiences of Shea!

I was born in Sept of '62 in Flushing Hospital. Believe it or not, it was one of the few days that the Mets won a game that year. If you ask my dad, he would tell you that at that point, when they looked out the hospital window you could see Shea Stadium being built. It was at that point they should have known that I would bleed Mets blue and orange. How could I not be a Mets fan?
I have been going to Shea Stadium since 1969. At 6 years old, it was the most exciting night to that point in my life. Since then, I can’t even count how many exciting days and nights I have spent at Shea. I tried to count how many games I have been to at Shea and it came to be somewhere in the neighborhood of 300!
I still remember that first game. It’s one of my first memories in my life. The bright lights, the stadium, all the people, and the aromas all around us was incredible to me. The grass was the greenest grass I had ever seen! There were vendors everywhere selling hot dogs, beer, soda, popcorn, and various souvenirs. My favorite vendors were the ones selling beer by yelling out in their New York accent, “beeah heah, getcha beeah heah!” I had only heard that on the radio listening to games with my brother. We loved to imitate it. Now it was in person! I was in complete awe of everything around me. The stadium seemed so huge to me. It was a bit scary! When the players came out of the dugout in their crisp clean uniforms, they looked like Giants to me, and it wasn’t San Francisco playing that day! We were sitting in field level box seats my dad had gotten from a vendor at work. I still get that same feeling every time I walk into the stadium. It’s a wonderful feeling. I feel like I am at home there.
That night was so special to me. Tom Seaver threw a 1 hitter. The Mets won. It could not have been better. I was hooked! It didn’t hurt that my dad loved the Mets too. He really enjoyed taking me to the games. Although my older brother came along, he was always a Yankee fan (as was my oldest brother). My parents were big Dodger and Giant fans and when they left NY, there was no way my parents would root for the Yankees, so the Mets took their place!

WELCOME!

Hi everyone and welcome to my new blog!
For all you die hard Mets fans I want to hear stories from you!
Tell me the best (and worst) moments you have witnessed at Shea!
There are so many for me. I have attended over 300 games over 40 years!
I don't know how to rate them. I guess I would have to place them in different categories!
I am also making a list of the best names on the team over the years. Do any of you remember "Buzz" Capra?? Who is the Stork?
This is going to be loads of fun, so come on and write to me!!