As I read my way around the internet and the newspapers this morning, something seems to have struck a nerve…
If Mike Piazza made you forget your troubles for a few minutes in 2001 then that’s a good thing…but let’s back up a little bit.
On May 3, 2001 the New York Mets were off to a bad start, at 11-16 (hmmm) and 5 games out. They would play 71-64 the rest of the way at a clip of .526 ball.
When we all went to bed on September 10th the Mets were 71-73.
Here’s where the fable starts.
According to legend, when baseball resumed, Mike Piazza hit a home run to defeat Al Qaeda. Then, led by John Franco’s lucky t-shirt, the feel good story of the year the 2001 Mets played .611 ball the rest of the way to hunt down the Braves, win the pennant and then maybe even beat Arizona in game 7 of the World Series. Those Mets sure helped us pack up our troubles.
Sorry folks. I’m not going to diminish the value of escapism in those troubled times, not the volunteer and charity work of the team that fall…but let’s get real.
Sure the Mets played .611 ball. That got them to 82-80 and third place. If there is a New York baseball story to be re-told it happened uptown.
Sure Piazza homered and the fans cheered. Maybe it made you feel good for the first time in two weeks. I could not have cared less and still don’t care about that home run at all. I had other things on my mind in the fall of 2011 . I was numb. 3,000 people died. A home run and a two week winning streak wasn’t going to make up for that.