As a Mets fan since their hapless start in 1962, I have been with them through thick and thin -- a whole lot more thin years trying to slog through thick than the other way around.
I was, for example, with my father at the 1964 doubleheader with the Giants at Shea Stadium, which remains the longest doubleheader in baseball history. The second game went 23 innings. At one point Willie Mays was playing shortstop. The Mets had a triple play. The second game was the longest in time in major league history, seven hours, 23 minutes, and the doubleheader remains the longest ever at nine hours, 52 minutes. We were there to the end. Of course, the Mets lost both games.
There was the magic of 1969. I was at Shea for the first two games of the 1986 World Series and saw the Mets lose both, only to come back with an assist from Bill Buckner to win the World Series for a second time.
It is in the context of that more than a half century that I reflect on the last two nights, which were tough to take, but hardly unusual in Mets history. As we close the books on another baseball season, I have a few thoughts on what the Mets did during it, what happened in the World Series, and the future of our Amazins:
- Before we get too upset at not winning the World Series, let us ask: Was there a Mets fan anywhere when the season began -- or in late July -- who wouldn't have been ecstatic with the team winning National League championship?
{Robert S. McElvaine teaches history at Millsaps College and is currently completing a book on America in 1964 and a novel.}