How Mike Piazza Helped Me Come To Terms With Being A Mets Fan
Huffington Post - about 1 year
It was June 30, 2000, a Friday, and the New York Mets were playing the Atlanta Braves on Channel 11, New York's WPIX.
At the time, being able to watch any Mets game was a rarity. I was only 9 years old at the time, and my parents couldn't afford cable, so I was only able to watch Mets games on weekends, when they aired on channels that could be viewed with an antenna.
But this one was special. In typical Mets fashion, the team was down 8-1 headed into the bottom of the eighth against their dreaded rivals. As usual, it appeared they were going to be bested by Atlanta.
Then, New York put together a string of hits and the Braves' pitchers started walking player after player. Before fans knew it, the Mets had tied the game 8-8.
Finally, our catcher, Mike Piazza, walked to the plate. With runners on first and second, he belted a three-run home run that landed just inside the left field line, sealing the win. Shea Stadium went berserk that night, and I went berserk in my small
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