Last night I spent an hour working on the upcoming 90’s week (will run the week of the All Star Game) and it was just a horror show. The uniforms go from ok to bad to worse to worser. Bobby Bonilla, Jeff Kent, Carlos Baerga and more Bobby Bonilla. Gooden suspended. 1993. Eddie Murray. Marketing gimmicks. No wonder I focused on Mrs. Mets Police and told Cablevision to go hose themselves if they wanted $10 for Sportschannel/FSNY Fran Healy crap.
If you have ANYTHING for 1990’s week please send it my way ([email protected]) – pictures, memories, merch, old scorecards, yearbooks, scheduled, ads, jerseys, anything. Don’t necessarily think Piazza/Valentine – a lot of other crap went down that decade as we will all see next month.
The first game I ever went to at Shea was the last game of the 1994 season. I got baseball cards featuring such greats as Butch Huskey, Joe Orsulak and Pete Smith. The Mets lost, finished 55-58 that year and the World Series was cancelled. Still, I fell in love with the Mets for some reason that day. Good memory.
’94 was a lot like now. You knew the worst was behind us, the focus was on youth and a brighter tomorrow, and whatever winning you got today was gravy.
Seasons like that/this are infinitely more enjoyable than the ones where the team is expected to contend but never gets it together.
My very first game at Shea was in July 1995. Saw Jason Isringhausen get his first major league win. Had great, field-level seats. Had never been in a big-league ballpark before, and was absolutely thrilled.
A year and some change later, I was also in the stands for that September 14, 1996, game against the Braves at which Todd Hundley hit his 41st home run. It was a fantastic moment. I was there with my brother and sister; my brother I had already converted to a Mets fan, and he was ecstatic. My sister was still, at that time, a Braves fan, but being in the stadium for that moment….it was something special. She became a Mets fan that day, and in fact refers to Sept. 14 as her “fan-niversary.”