That i ever saw right behind game six of the 1986 WS and Ventura’s GS Single.But still one of the greatest moments in baseball.I wish i was there at Shea that day

there were maybe four or five people in there watching the game and it was pretty quiet. not ashamed to say I shed a few tears when Mike hit that shot.

I work in the disaster recovery business, so I was very involved with 9/11. I even have a time capsule in my house which has all the newspapers, magazines and several videos of TV shows, etc. as well as a DVD, and some dust from the site.

The game was a welcome return to “normalcy”. In those days, normalcy would have been getting beat by the braves. Mike took care of that for us. As far as I’m concerned, the Mets should retire his number, just based on this moment alone.

I had actually just moved to DC right before 9/11 (and lived about two miles from the Pentagon at that time), and this was my first time back in New York as I was there for my brother’s wedding. In fact I think the wedding was like two miles from Shea. I remember trying to catch bits of the game on the radio in my rental car. And then I heard the homer, and it just seemed like it was some sort of destiny that the Mets were going to complete the incredible comeback.

Of course then I was at Shea two days later and watched Benitez piss that all away, but that’s another story.

I was 8 and at the game with my dad. To this day its the greatest sports experience I’ve ever had. Whenever this game is on SNY during a rain delay, I never change the channel, and I hope that the delay is long enough that I get to see the eighth inning.

I was a senior in college and may have been, er, self-medicating to try to calm the anxiety and horror of that time, but I seriously can’t remember if I watched that game. I know I saw Piazza’s bomb, but I don’t recall if it was live, or highlights on ESPN.

The thing is that I clearly recall going to sleep grumpy on 9/10 because the Giants lost their opener to Denver on Monday Night Football.

I remember it well. It was the first game in New York after 9/11 of course. It was also the first game where the now ubiquitous security stations were involved—they searched everyone, which felt very weird at the time—but not a single person complained. Everyone understood, and everyone was ready to come together and cooperate. The game wasn’t a sellout, but it felt that way.

The Mets had been chipping away at the Braves for weeks leading up to 9/11, and the 10 day break seemed likely to dull their momentum. But baseball wasn’t foremost on the fans’ minds.

The pregame embrace was great. There was a feeling of quiet pleasure in the stands—after a week of sheer insanity, baseball was back in New York, and life could begin again.

It was a tight pitchers duel. The Braves scored one in the top of the 8th to go ahead 2-1. It wasn’t looking good for the Metville 9 that day. Then Piazza cracked a huge 2 run homer to CF. When he did that, I teared up. The fans started shouting “USA! USA!” This made no sense, of course; Atlanta is as much a part of America as New York. But after all New York had experienced, it felt good, like we deserved the victory.

It was probably the second most electric moment I’ve ever experienced in attendance at a baseball game. (Endy’s catch was number 1.)

i lived relativly close to the sight and felt the impact of the crash from my school.
this game was one of the most emotional moments in my life