So my back story. Well like I said I am 21 years young. I was born in Flushing, New York and grew up in Kew Gardens (to be more precise, right on Union Tpke, basically 4 blocks away from the Grand Central Pkwy) and was raised by my mother and father who separated when I was 2 (my mother lived in Corona). My mother was never really into sports but my dad is a big Yankee fan. The first day that I got hooked to the Mets was when I was around 4 or so and I was in my father’s car (a Ford but I forgot the model) and on our way like always to my mother’s house so my dad drops me off there and goes to work and then pick me up early in the morning to go back to his apartment. So we entered the highway after we drove away from home and I starred out to my right through the window on the passenger seat side. I saw the famous Fresh Medows park globe then the two towers with disks on top (if any of you guys seen Men In Black, those towers make an appearance), the tennis stadium and then I saw this really big blue stadium with these neon lights that are configured into baseball players, a hitter and a catcher I saw and I couldn’t keep my eyes away from it and was really angry when La Guardia blocked my view and couldn’t wait to go back on the Grand Central. During the car ride I asked my dad what was that blue stadium near the airport and he said it’s name is Shea Stadium and the baseball team the Mets play there.

So ever since then I fell in love. The team I loved plays in my hometown and in the most beautiful stadium I have ever seen and I will ever see. I remember seeing the weekend games on WB11 and immediately after the game was always the movies Batman (Jack as Joker) or Edward Scissorhands. I always enjoyed when the Mets faced the Cardinals more because McGwire was still great at the time. I loved him growing up but when I found out he did steroids and understood that steroids meant cheating I lost all the respect for him. I really don’t know what was my first game at Shea because my dad tells me he took me as a little boy but he doesn’t remember the date but my last game at Shea was a day game in 04 against the Cubs when Sosa was still a Cub. We won that day, I don’t remember by how much but all that matters is that we won. Also my favorite Met position player growing up was Piazza and pitcher was Leiter. Through the recent years I got more hardcore into baseball in general because I understood the game more than I ever did. I never truly regret being a Mets fan. I look at it as a privilege and an honor to be a Mets fan. With the recent struggles I look at it as a slide and makes me take all these losing seasons in and enjoy the ugly so when things get better I will be even more eager and more appreciative to see the gold in Queens because it will be that much sweeter. I always believe in this team and even when they’re not in any playoff position I still watch the games because 6 months of no baseball is hell and torture for me because I don’t see the Mets play baseball so I try soaking in every game no matter what and I very rarely miss 10 games of 162 so you can just tell how much I love these guys,haha. So with all that writing, all I have to say is…LETS GO METS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Enjoy reading the posts here every day, and the comments, although sometimes the comments digress to individual assaults and insults which seem unnessasary. We are all entitled to our opinion, and the debate should not become a shouting match. Love the site.

I wear my Mets fan hood as a badge of honor even after moving from NJ to VA. I am still trying to pass on the Mets to my daughters, which could be a form of bad parenting.

The thing that I love about us–being a Mets fan is such a counter-culture. It’s cool not to be a Yankees fan. How hard is that?

We have been repeatedly beaten down by our team–in my lifetime, I’ve experienced the Dykstra trade, Pendleton, Scoscia, Vince Coleman, Bobby Bo, Chipper, Jordan–geez I could go on for years.

But those amazing moments I go nuts over. If they win another World Series I may keel over with happiness.

Always a Mets fan no matter what. NEVER root for the other NY team, rather root for Boston.

My Father hated the Yankees as did anyone who grew up in Brooklyn and no one in thier right mind wanted to go to the Bronx just to see a baseball game.

My first game was in 66, they lost I just assumed thats what they always did but I got a Mets cap out of it and there is sat looking at me every day and worn whenever I played ball.

Then they started playing good they were a real team!

When I got old enough to work and could buy season tickets I bought them and that was back when Joe Torre was the Manager probably the darkest days in Met history (which is why I laugh at all the folks who complain about the last 25 years which were GREAT by comparison to those days!)

I stuck with them and kept buying ticket and the team rewarded me by having some great seasons and eventually winning a WS which I was able to attend thanks to my loyalty and dumb spending on season tickets all those years!

I kept the seats (upgrading when possible) until 1993 where the economy was not what it was, and time to spend at the game became more scarce.

But Being a Met fan is not a curse!
It’s a blessing and it shows strength of character!
If you can remain a met fan there is NOTHING to tough to deal with!
And every now and then they reward you for that!

They will again but I fear not until the current regieme takes thier head out of thier butts and makes something happen as opposed to waiting for something to happen.

So, ya, I’m a Mets fan because my dad passed it down…and I’ve never forgiven him.

Put me in the column of die hard fan. I’m not going anywhere – certainly not jumping ship to those cross town rivals.