Amazin’


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It took forever, or so it felt. It always seemed like hours on the 7 from Grand Central, even though it was only eighteen stops. You were on an endless journey to a place called Flushing, and by the time you stepped off the train at Willet’s Point, you were already thinking of humping your way back.

Willet’s Point, Flushing, Queens. The Valley of the Ashes immortalized by Fitzgerald in Gatsby. Used to be the city dump, and when they built Shea Stadium, the rubbish of the city was still smoldering underground.

And the stadium was a crumbling, decaying dump on top of the dump. Flaking paint, nasty bathrooms, exposed pipes and exposed ramps that dropped off hundreds of feet to death by concrete. If you were sitting in the upper deck, you were going to be holding on to your sun-scorched arm rest for dear life, as the pitch down to the field was enough to make you feel like you were about to tumble and roll off the face of the earth.

But it was OUR dump and OUR Amazin’ Mets.

It was a kids game played by grown men seemingly cast from an episode of Fraggle Rock: Davey and Mex and The Straw, Nails and The Kid and, fachrissakes, Mookie. And there was joy in their game, and the unspoken swagger that says you will NOT beat us today.

You showed up early for batting practice. You sat in the blazing sun and gladly felt like passing out from the heat trapped in the not-fully-enclosed Shea stadium. Your seat was only a few hundred feet below the flight path of LaGuardia, close enough to be able to read the numbers on the wing. Pilots approaching the runway used to gun their engines so they could hear themselves on the radio play-by-play. And you loved the noise and the atmosphere because it was New York and it was Shea and the Mets and it was where you wanted to be.

It was 1986, and it was THE year. 108-54, smoked Philly by 21 1/2, beat Houston in 16 unforgetable playoff innings, Game 6, Buckner. The greatest team having the greatest season playing in the greatest dump in the greatest city in the world.

It was worth the longest subway ride ever, and so much more.

RIP, Kid

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21 comments
  1. godspeed, Gary.

    • You hated his guts when he didn’t play for you, and you loved him when he did. Pretty much like the entire roster in ’86, actually.

      • Nah, always liked Carter.
        Dykstra on the other hand…

      • Touche…

  2. He was my first baseball crush. Forever an expos in my books. Love the way you described Shea Stadium. I have never been but it felt like the old Renfrew here in Edmonton, haha maybe crappy old stadiums are all the same. This was a nice tribute!

    • The view from the upper deck. Note the fear-of-god pitch. I have some more pics where you can see the crumbling concrete and etc. More to come…

      http://www.flickr.com/photos/72455084@N00/2484557130/in/set-589340

      • I’m not sure why, but I am always so surprised at the sheer volume of people at a basball game! Maybe it is because I have never been witness to that baseball passion here in Canada. The games I have been to, have never been upper deck – I can picture myself with a beer and a pile of peanuts on a hot sunday afternoon… Ahhhhh summer hurry up and get here! I have some baseball games to get too!!!! I love the lunch time view :)

      • I’m so there!

        I was a moderate Expos fan, mainly because when I lived in FL their Double A team was in my town. Toronto couldn’t be contracted soon enough. I still have Joe Carter 1993 nightmares.

  3. Any baseball fan has to appreciate this tribute. Being in Cincinnati, this morning I heard something Carter said about something Johnny Bench told him. A good moment indeed.

    • Doesn’t get much better than Mr. Bench.

      • I’ve met Johnny Bench. Interestingly, he’s not a big guy … but shaking hands with him one’s hand gets swallowed.

      • Awesome!

  4. He’s a player that baseball will sorely miss. R.I.P.

    • One of the last Good Guys as well…

      • You can include Brooks Robinson and Cal Ripken, as real good guys…

  5. Brooksie! Tied with Nettles for best glove I ever saw.

    • Also the late Mark Belanger at shortstop from Pittsfield, Mass…

  6. writerwendyreid said:

    Really not a baseball fan but you made it sound interesting. That, my friend, is talent. Great post and wonderful tribute to a man that was taken too soon. Kudos!

    • Thanks, Wendy! Greatly appreciated.

  7. You have made your baseball post sound like a romantic short story, a book, a movie. Excellent, beautiful writing.

    • That is so great to hear. Thank you so much!

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