I was feeling nostalgic, so I thought I'd invite everyone to join in and raise a Rheingold to some old friends:
To Keith Hernandez for threating to punch Jesse Orosco if he threw another fastball.
To Mike Scott for scaring the bejesus out of us.
To John Stearns, seemingly always injured and seemingly coming back in June.
To Johan Santana for the greatest pitching performance in mets history last September.
To Doug Sisk who prepared me for the ways of the 2008 bullpen.
To Lee Mazzilli for walking in the all star game and making a little boy proud.
For Tom Seaver and the stroll down the right field line opening day 83.
To Rusty Staub, shuttling between left and right.
For third baseman Gary Carter one long night in Cincy.
To Buddy Harrelson who deserves better despite his fear of coming out to the mound.
To Mad Dog Russo for killing the Mets for most of the '90s.
One for the cute ballgirl that was in the commercials with Mookie Wilson circa 1983.
To Jerry Manuel for threatening to stab Jose Reyes two minutes into his managerial regime.
For Nino Espinosa for giving up opening day home runs that let me know the Mets weren't going to win that year either.
To the '81 strike for letting me fool myself into enjoying a "pennant race" in august for a change
To the Cubsbusters and all the kids who filled the deck on that Midget Mets day doubleheader in '84.
To my dad, in my mind's eye still sitting in the box seat behind me chugging a few beers.