I call books, film, and pieces on Mets history “Mets porn.” Ask blolleagues like Matt Silverman, Greg Prince and Jason Fry, or even my own husband about random Mets minutiae, and their eyes light up like Ralphie opening his Red Ryder BB gun on Christmas morning.
For a team that is 50 years old, there is enough quirkiness and fun stuff around that makes us unique, and gives us a firm identity in our Mets-ness.
When CitiField opened in 2009, I’m preaching to the choir about how Mets history was little to be found. Yet, when the Mets Hall of Fame and Museum opened in 2010, with promise of a “1986 Day” honoring Frank Cashen, Davey Johnson, Dwight Gooden and Darryl Strawberry, it was a sign of things to come.
A sign that finally, that we Mets history porn obsessed folks would have something to look forward to each year.
Things are interesting. Since 2010, we’ve seen one induction, for John F. Franco, though his given middle name is Anthony (You figure out what the F stands for), and that was last season.
It was a foregone conclusion that Mike Piazza, who besides Gary Carter is the best Mets catcher in their history (and prior to Travis d’Arnaud, haha), would be inducted.
Especially this year, with his first year on the HOF ballot.
Till he was famously snubbed because he might have done steroids. He along with a few others.
Here’s the kicker. When Piazza came to the Mets via the Marlins after spending the first half of his career with Los Angeles, he was coming to greener pastures. The Dodgers did him dirty. In a turn of events, the Los Angeles media drove him out of town, questioning his loyalty to the team, and made him the superstar he is today to Mets fans.
I know plenty of Mets fans who were not “Piazza guys.” Myself, I was a Piazza denier until he was no longer with the team. It was only then that I realized as a fan, I consistently undervalued what he meant to the organization.
He would no doubt be a Hall of Famer, and he would no doubt be wearing a Mets cap.
When the Mets brought him back in 2008 and 2009 to close Shea Stadium and open CitiField, respectively, he posed with Tom Seaver, he himself done dirty once upon a time by the Mets organization. We have The Franchise, and the Met Mercenary, but they helped create some of the best Mets memories and history that make us unique.
I get a lot of heat for supporting guys like Jon Niese, who apparently has the personality of gum found on the bottom your shoe. My argument is – who gives a shit that he’s boring? Quite honestly, Tom Seaver doesn’t exactly have a reputation of being a “great guy,” and he’s revered to this day. It happens.
Mike Piazza is a different. He was cool towards the fans, but seemed to understand his place in Mets history. When he didn’t show for the Best Mets ceremony last year, it raised a red flag with me.
Not so much for Piazza. I did hear that he needs to be “paid” for these gigs, but then again, so does Tom Seaver and you don’t hear about that, EVER. But it was more like Walter Sobchek asking “Are you fucking this up, dude?”
Even the most minute of events the Mets can fuck up. All we want is to be able to honor our past, put aside any bad feelings and celebrate what little pieces of heaven we have.
Now, of course, we hear that with Piazza’s new book and him rehashing old memories that guys like Jeff Wilpon and Jay Horwitz are butt hurt over some of Piazza’s perceptions, like being encouraged to play with an injury in spring training or not being protected enough by the media.
How many franchise players are asked to aggravate an injury to appease fans by Palm Beach Community College’s finest? By some guy who had to host an “I’m a Heterosexual” press conference.
It’s a travesty that Mike Piazza isn’t in Cooperstown or at the very least an HOF-elect for 2013. But what is the real travesty is that Mets, a team that has a hard time honoring their own history if not for the fan movements for bringing it back, won’t even consider retiring his number or putting him in their own ring of honor before he’s honored by Cooperstown.
To me, this shouldn’t even be a question. Piazza is a Hall of Famer by number, and the Mets need to do him right and bring him for a Mike Piazza Day/Night, retire 31 and get his plaque at CitiField. And since there are already entrances for Seaver, Stengel, Hodges and Payson, name the Tastes of the Citi section “the Piazza.”
Do Mets fans and Piazza right. Stop being so butt hurt about things, and honor the guy already.
And P.S. According to that David Lennon piece in Newsday, Jeff Wilpon has final say in retiring Mets numbers and Hall of Fame inductions.
Jeff Fucking Wilpon.
WHAT THE FUCK BUSINESS DOES JEFF WILPON HAVE ON THE SAY OF RETIRING NUMBERS AND HALL OF FAME INDUCTIONS????? SERIOUSLY??!?!?
Shouldn’t that shit be done by like a Fan Committee or Mets Alumni? That makes more sense, doesn’t it?
You said it all here. The Mets have always found a way to screw over their best players. During their careers and after them. Even as a Yankee fan I grew up watching both teams and always rooted for certain players just because I like baseball. I loved Carter, Straw, Daryl, Ray Knight, Dykstra, Seaver, Kranepool, Howard Johnson, Seaver and so many others. Yet, it seems like the Mets always try to distance themselves instead of embracing their past players. All they have to do is look across the way at the Yankees Old Timers game to see the right way to do it. Now, don’t get me started on asshole Jeff Wilpon. My fiancee’ hates him.
One can quibble about Piazza being in Cooperstown, but the Mets Hall of Fame? If it’s not done by next year, you get the pitchforks, I’ll get the kerosene and we’ll storm the castle and take down the redshirts and Count Fredula and his minions. Renaming the food court the Piazza should have been done three years ago.
I didn’t know what the “F” stood for until I clicked on it, If I had to take a wild guess I thought if was for Fughedaboutit considering his roots. lol
As for what Matt says, the Mets should have inducted Piazza in 2012 on principle alone. Just as a way of telling the BBWAA to shove their vote deep where the sun don’t shine.
It sucks so bad that we’re stuck with owners who don’t know their Mets history and haven’t a clue how to connect with us fans. Yes, there are worse owners in sports, but that don’t make me feel any better.
The Wilpons are our curse and our cross.