What an amazing season.
The similarities between the 2015 Mets and the 1969 Mets are striking!
The 69 squad came out of nowhere I believe that sometime in June of that year they passed .500 for the first time in their history so late. It was a big deal, but Mets fans knew to be cautious, ya know, Fool's Gold. this years team ripped off 11 wins in a row, and there were the same apprehensions. Not enough hitting or pitching, blah blah blah.
Then the team sagged. deGrom looked like soph jinx had set in, Wright down, d'Arnaud down. Anemic lineup. spotty pitching. no closer.
Just about everything turned golden. Syndergaard finally gets called up, and pitching like he's 30. Matz follows. Cespedes, Uribe, Johnson solidify the lineup. d'Arnaud, Wright come back. Conforto comes up and plays like a vet. Harvey looks like the old Harvey. All amazing! Just like 69, this team arrived earlier than expected.
Last night was incredible. I wore a brand new, never used black Santana t-shirt, and I had a windbreaker over it to be somewhat covert. No worries though. There were about a dozen Mets fans in my sections a row or two in front or behind me. The guys in front were celebrating a little too much, and after Murphy's bomb an agitated muscle bound 25 year old Cubs fan exploded and wanted to take on everyone.
Murphy - Al Weis on steroids.
Cespedes - Clendenon with a dash of Mays thrown in.
Seaver Koosman Gentry Ryan - Harvey deGrom Syndergaard Matz
Tug - Familia
on and on.
Cub fans love their team and cheered loudly for them after the last out. They could have acknowledged the Mets, but like the bleacher bums throwing back opponents home run balls, they would have none of it. Even the scoreboard didn't have a courtesy "Congratulations Mets".
Met fans are certainly a (tortured until last night) brethren. I spoke to a college kid from NJ, who flew from Boston yesterday just to be there, and flew back for class on the first flight this morning. Another 20 something kid who bought a plane ticket yesterday morning just to be there last night. By appearance, the huge Mets throng aren't rich guys with money to burn. They ranged from 20 to 70 maybe, mostly 20 to 40 or so. All absolutely intoxicated with the win. As the 9 inning unfolded, a few thousand fans congregated in box seats just to the right of the mets dugout along first.
Now it's onto the WS. Not like the 2000 WS which was a hope and a prayer. Not like the 86 one, which was a powerhouse squad expected to win. Not even like the 73 team that eked in on a September run that made them a .500 team. More like 69. Magical. Dominant pitching. Heroes coming out of the woodwork. Vets to cheer for. Rookies to lay a solid foundation. A fanbase resurrected. Awesome. For Mets fans it doesn't happen every year. We aren't spoiled. Yankee fans are like the kids on your block that always had a new bike, the best new toys, etc - indulged, and not appreciating anything. Met fans know it happens on occasion, and react accordingly when we win, even a little.
Unlike Sunday in NY where it was frigid, game time temp was 70s. Even at 11 pm it was 65 so I shed my jacked. In the 7th I hit the men's room (6-1 Mets), and this huge effing guy (about 6'6 and 300 plus pounds and about 50 yrs old) comes up to me, and says, "Hey you!" I was a little apprehensive when he said, "You from Chicago or NY". I told him NY, and he says, "I love it! You're a great baseball fan and I love when fans travel to see their team play." He put his huge hand on my shoulder and said, "Enjoy the game. Thanks for coming, and welcome to our city. - enjoy your time here" Great welcome from a great baseball city.
WS Champs? Magical rides mostly end well. Let's hope, or BELIEVE.