Comments on: Why Are You A Mets Fan?

By: Jim

Jim — Sat, 13 Mar 2010 14:36:04 +0000

Family is the biggest reason for me to be a Mets fan. My mom was a huuuuuge Dodgers fan and wouldn’t allow me to root for the Yuckees. (My dad was actually a Giants fan – he’s really more of a baseball fan. Now that he’s in Arizona he’s a Sanke fan). Growing up in Huntington it was easier to get to Shea for the family (as a 4 year old I was with them in the upper deck on the day in 1969 the Mets swept the Expos in that double-header that put them in 1st for the first time in their history!)

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By: Paul

Paul — Sat, 13 Mar 2010 03:26:43 +0000

I grew up in central New Jersey, so my choices were the Mets and the Yankees. When I was old enough to start understanding baseball, the Mets were in the middle of their late 1980s run.

They had Doc & Darryl, and I always had the sense that they might do something special every time they stepped on the field. They had Gary Carter, who was always smiling and looking like he was having the time of his life. They had Roger McDowell, with all his crazy masks and practical jokes.

The Yankees had Don Mattingly and a bunch of old guys. Pretty easy decision. The amazing part is that I stuck around through the Buddy Harrelson, Jeff Torborg and Dallas Green eras.

By: Sparks

Sparks — Sat, 13 Mar 2010 02:41:49 +0000

The Mets were the most exciting team to watch when I first really started following MLB in junior high school, but what really hooked me on them was the run during the 2nd half of the ’87 season, when they climbed out of a 15-or-so game hole and still had a shot to win the division with about a week’s worth of games remaining. We all know how that turned out, but it was a wild ride nonetheless. That was the start of what became my permanent attraction: the Mets are never boring. Whether they’re winning or losing, they do both in fascinating fashion. Unfortunately, the current level of interest centers around incompetence and disappointment instead of success, but it’s interesting nonetheless. One way or the other, the Mets keep you on your toes as a fan.

By: Thomas Ogilvie

Thomas Ogilvie — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 21:39:03 +0000

My reasons always suck compared to the die-hard fans. I grew up in Scotland, shared a flat at uni with a guy who supported the Yankees, so when I visited him in New York I thought “Hey, I need a team I can root for who are underdogs, who don’t just win because of the money. Ahah!”

Since then, I’ve been there for the Mets. Now they’re my team come what may.

By: 5W30

5W30 — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 21:22:00 +0000

I agree with timing, family and geography. I was in elementary school when the Mets won the 1969 World Series. My father and grandfather lived in Nassau County and the Bronx was considered “upstate” … and a toll away.

By: aaguero9

aaguero9 — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 19:52:55 +0000

BPALM, I always say that my team is the girl that is always there when you need her and she never leaves you.

By: BPALM

BPALM — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 17:27:34 +0000

BTW I recently went to a sports marketing event that had a panel of some of the smarted marketers in sports and 1 of the panelist said something that when I think about it is very true.

Husbands and wives may come and go but my team is for life.

By: BPALM

BPALM — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 17:26:06 +0000

I was born in ’82 in Queens. My grandfather was the biggest Dodger fan so that trickled to my mom when they left and the Mets came around. My dad grew up a Yankee fan and switched allegiance to the Mets while the Bronx Zoo was going down (he had enough of George treating Billy Martin like crap) so my family was a huge influence.

Although I was 4 I remember ’86. Vaguely but I remember going to games and watching the WS with my aunts as the Mets won. I remember being front row at the parade and even have tape of my family on Fox 5 newscast behind Rosanna Scotto reporting from the parade.

Over time I have realized that my love for the Mets is more than just rooting for a baseball team. It is a philosophy on life. I wasn’t born with a silver spoon in my mouth and although and I identify more with the struggle and fight to succeed just like the team does. You go to war each day with what you have and you fight to make it work and to ultimately win.

This feeling I think describes the core of the Met fanbase. Yes World Series are awesome but in reality what is more important to us is knowing that this team killed themselves trying to succeed and get the job done.

By: Ceetar

Ceetar — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 17:22:00 +0000

the 80′s were my ‘formative’ years. But it’s as simple as my parents being Mets fans. And from there it’s just something that sticks with you. You can change no more than you can change if you like pizza.

No one makes a decision based on a fair evaluation of the available options, and those that do are almost always crappy bandwagon fans. Sometimes it just takes something to draw you in. A good moment by the team, an awesome player, and then you’re linked forever.

By: Eric

Eric — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 17:11:42 +0000

I was born and raised in Queens, but my first baseball game was actually a Yankee game. My dad wasn’t into sports at all, but his job got some free tickets so he took me and my older brother. I was six. I was hooked on baseball and followed the Yankees for a short time until I realized there was a team in my backyard. A team from Queens. A team that as I got a little older, I could take the B58 bus to go see. The fact that it dropped me off in front of the Lemon Ice King of Corona only made it that much better. Three dollar “sit where you want” seats in the Upper Deck made Shea Stadium feel like my home away from home. Guys like Doc and Straw gave me heroes. The Mets, in part, made me psyched I was from Queens.