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I was, in fact, six years old when the Mets won in 1969. (I turn 43 today, since you asked.) I had no real conception of baseball in 1969, but I remember some kind of big fuss going on, and rumors of teachers with televisions smuggled into class. I did get home from school one day to find my brother rushing to the TV just in time for the famous play where J.C. Martin bunted and ran inside the base line, leading to a Mets win. Anyway, it was all enough to make me pledge on the spot a lifetime of loyalty to the team, and in return I received a solid 15 years of misery. Which ended of course in 1986, a moment which for me could never be equalled by any sporting event, unless my kids find some way to turn pro in something. Probably Nintendo.


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