1986: the benchmark

This is where it all began for me...well i started watching in the early 80's, but my main remaining memories are of this magical 86 season.

The 86 Mets are like gods to me, cocaine sniffing, booze-addled, plane-wrecking gods, but gods nonetheless. Well, i didnt really care for Ray Knight or Rafeal Santana, but you get the idea. The 86 Mets were a blend of intelligence (Hernandez), raw youthful greatness (Doc), sweet swinging power (Straw), and strange toothy curley hair (the Kid), and Mookie. They had nicknames for crying out loud. When you blend Mookie with anything, you have greatness.