METS FANS SHARE THEIR MEMORIES OF THE SEPTEMBER 24, 1969 GAME:
August 15, 2002
The clincher, and on my birthday! I was watching on good old Channel 9 and I can still hear Lindsey Nelson (after Joe Torre grounded into the game-ending DP) "At 9:07, the Mets...." I forget the rest, but he sounded excited, and so was I.
June 15, 2003
I had my own TV in my room, age 8. It was considered a luxury back then, and my friends were jealous. It was a black and white piece of junk.
Anyway, I put a towel under my door so the light from the TV would not show. I was not supposed to be up at 9:07 on a school night, but I watched the whole game.
Bob Murphy's radio call of this moment is on "The Miracle Mets", a highlight LP I still have. It will send chills down your spine...
"Gentry working hard. The crowd chanting we're number one, we're number one....groundball to short, Harrelson to Weis, there's one, on to first -- double play!! Ohhhhh, the roar going up in this crowd!"
September 25, 2003
I was there sitting in a loge seat behing 3rd base. As a 17 year old, I was a fan since day one at the Polo Grounds. I still have the program, ticket stub and grass from the outfield that remains in my ex-house in Franklin Square. As for Sports memories, this is and always will be the number one moment in my life. I have the video from channel 9 including the entire wild clubhouse scene.
September 26, 2013
I was nine years old at the time, and had seen some great games that year, including Tom Terrific's near-perfect game (Jimmy Qualls... I STILL hate you!) Winning the division championship, at 9:07 pm, was magical!
September 26, 2013
The game I became a Met fan. Loge seats, Fan Appreciation Day, key chain giveaway, the last home game of the season. 13 years old. Oh what a night. Carlton 1/3 of a inning.
April 3, 2015
For some reason I don't remember much of the game except the last play and Lindsey Nelson saying "at 9:07 on Sept 24th" but a friend brought over a mutt, asked us if we wanted him, we begged our parents until they relented. We needed a name for him. My uncle Buddy who was a my reason becoming a Met fan suggested Champ, and so it was.