In no particular order, except the first one:
Mike Piazza's return to Shea with San Diego in 2006.
Benny Agbayani's walk-off against San Francisco in the 2000 NLDS.
John McSherry handing me a baseball that had just been used during infield practice in a game against the Cubs when I was a little kid in 1981.
Betting five of my friends on our way to the game that Barry Lyons of all people would hit a grand slam on my birthday in 1987 against the Giants. And by some miracle of God he actually did.
Five first inning doubles in Game 4 of the 2000 NLCS, including four consecutively at the start, to obliterate what had been a 2-0 St. Louis lead. I honestly thought for a moment that the mezzanine would collapse. I've never heard anything that loud in my life, before or since.
Being one of what at the time seemed like only 500 people watching Kenny Rogers pitch against Pittsburgh on the last regular season Friday of 1999, when almost all hope was gone, watching the scoreboard to see what Milwaukee and the Reds were doing, and eventually watching Robin Ventura win it in the 11th.
Seeing Greg Maddux saunter off the mound in late September 1999, to a chorus of mocking chops, after surrendering a grand slam to John Olerud. God, I loved that '99 team as much as I loathe this one.
Freezing my balls off in early April of 1988 (it actually snowed briefly in the beginning of the game) on a Saturday afternoon watching Carter and Hojo go back-to-back against Todd Worrell in the 8th inning to cap a come-from-behind win against the hated Cardinals.
The amazing comeback on Opening Day, 1996. |