I have been a Met for all my life. I've seen the Mets win it all and fall just short. I remember watching game 6 and not believeing what I had seen, and then to watch them win game 7 was just pure excitement. I remebr the 2006 NL East title clincher against the Marlins, as Cliff Floyd caught the final out, earning Wagner the save and the division. I also remember my earliest memories of that 1973 series against the Oakland A's, and actually crying after they lost that series. I was at Bobby Jones' 1 hitter in the 2000 postseason and watched Hampton throw the clincher to seal our trip t o the series. My favorite game (Besides game 6 and 7 in '86) was Ventura's walk off grand slam single. I remember when he hit it, I jumped up screaming in joy, then come over in fear as he never rounded the bases not knowing Roger Cedeno had scored or not. When I heard that it was still a win, I immediately called it my favorite game since '86, and it still stands today.
Unfortunately, I also remember watching 2006 NLCS game 7, and being overwhelmingly disappointed. I thought that was our year, and If we win that game, we win the World Series. Detroit wouldn't have had anything on us. There was the end on the 2000 World Series, and I remember jumping up when Piazza hit that ball for the final out. I still think about how I thought that just missed leaving the park, before landing in Bernie Williams' glove. There was 1988, and that was humiliating. How we lost to that Dodger team is beyond me, and I remember that that was really the beginning of those early '90's team that were unwatchable, and unrootable. My real only memory of that '88 NLCS was Roger McDowell slamming the ball into his glove, but it deflected off his glove into the outfield, allowing a runner to move up. There were those late '70's to early '80's teams that were just dreadful, but when Straw and Doc came up I knew we would do something. It was just a matter of when. The most recent thoughts bring up the collapses of '07 and '08. I watched the John Maine near-no-no against the Marlins and then Glavine's implosion on the last day of the year. The following year, the fish did us in again.
So, tell us what your favorite Met memory is. It can be a game, player or moment that made you happy (or unhappy, as we've seen plenty of that lately.)