The Mets will honor the 1969 World Championship prior to Saturday’s game, with an on-field celebration featuring players from the team, including Tom Seaver, Jerry Koosman and Nolan Ryan, among others.
Honestly, I completely forgot about this event. I hate to admit that, because it’s the 1969 Mets, the Amazins, the guys that truly started the legacy of hope and disbelief, and the idea of miracles. I’m not alone, apparently, because I do not hear many other fans talking about it as well, nor do I hear any buzz on WFAN, other blogs, in the stands, or even on SNY.
From what I understand, there are still plenty of tickets available for Saturday’s game, despite the team announcing this event five months ago.
It’s bizarre, too. I mean, I have spent so much of this season ripping the team for not paying enough attention to their history. Yet, here we are, days before Koosman and Seaver will be in the house, and I’m essentially ignoring it. Why?
Like someone with the team recently said to me, ‘Fans want an Old Timer’s Day, they want a statue of Seaver… well, here he is, the real person, here they are, and nobody seems to care.’
I don’t think it’s a lack of care, though. I mean, I love the Mets. I am proud of their legacy. I got chills and was
very nervous when I had the chance to interview Seaver last season.
The thing is, I grew up in the 80s. Keith Hernandez, Gary Carter, Darryl Strawberry, the Home Run Apple, the neon signs outside Shea, 1986, etc., that’s my era. That’s my history. The 80s is where my path to loving this team… not 1969.
I also think the long season has taken a toll. I’m exhausted. I bet you are too. Unlike today, in 2006, there was a ton of hype and excitement around the 1986 20th Anniversary Celebration. The 1986 team resonates better with people my age because we lived it, but also the 2006 Mets were charging towards the post season, and similarly dominating the National League. There was a sense of full-circleness going on, which made the celebration all the more relevant.
Today, the Mets are bumbling around the bottom of the league, playing uninspired baseball with players nobody recognizes. To celebrate any success, let alone success from 40 years ago, is almost depressing.
I worry the team and players may soon be sent a message that nobody cares about their history, despite all the clamoring for it earlier in the season.
This is not the case, though. We care. We’re all just really tired.