My personal reason for loving that game was that I went to it with a friend of mine and his father and we sat and watched the first 8 or nine innings in the slight rain. The first 7 inings or so it was an ordinary game under unordinary circumstances. Then, as the game was tied in the ninth, my friend and his dad inexplicably wanted to leave. I was in a state of shock,and actually walked out of the stadium to grab something i left in their car and had my “Kid from a Christmas Story”moment, where he climbs back up the slide and asks for the BB gun to the mall santa. I waved godbye to them and ran back to the stadium where i was let back in in a lower level. I randomly bumped into my friend Diego and we went down right behind the wall on the third baseline, near the field. We jumped up and down and shouted in the rain with the fans as the 9th became, the tenth,, became the 11th.The stadium was maybe half full, but it was like we had somehow willed the team to mke it Robin Ventura’s at-bat. when he hit that shot, for a second our collective hearts stopped as the ball roseand instantaneously we all leaped up as one. there is no way hat the stadium has ever rocked that hard without a packed crowd. Every person in that crowd felt like they had helped the Mets win and had endured the rain, which symbolized all the losses to the Braves. The only thing I can compare that feeling to, is what the Red sox fans must have felt after they came back to beat the Yankees in 2004. We would have accomplished the same feat, if it wasn’t for Benitez and Kenny F’in Rogers the next day.

And then Game 6 happened. Thanks Armando, Johhny, and Kenny.

I thought the Fonzy’s hit was vs. their set-up guy Rodriguez though.