7/12/20

Mike's Mets - When BC Meant Before Cable


When BC Meant Before Cable


I spent some time today thinking about how I became a Mets fan. After more than five decades in rooting for this team, it seems that this was just somehow meant to be, but that's certainly not true in my case. I grew up without a father, so there was no family tradition of fanhood handed down to me. I was never even taken to a live sporting event of any kind until I grew up, got a license and a car, and took myself.

I grew up in Hamden, Connecticut, a suburb of New Haven, in an area that was fairly divided in sports loyalties between Boston and New York. New York was closer, and subsequently had more fans, but in the late 1960s that meant primarily Yankee fans. You could probably find more Dodgers and Giants fans still than Mets fans, despite the fact that both teams had been in California for a decade.

My formative years as a sports fan were 1968 and 1969. I had just turned 10 in the late fall of 1968, and it was then that I first remember watching sports and forming my allegiances. As I've said. without a Dad in my life, the choice on which team to root for was up to me. I started rooting for the New York Giants in football because they were carried almost every week on channel 3 out of Hartford. Had I realized how bad they were I might have thought twice about it, but my allegiance was already formed by the time I figured it out.

I picked up the Rangers and the Knicks over the winter because they were both on channel 9 and I could watch a lot of games. Sure, it often involved putting up with a snowy picture and the need to constantly fine tune that old analog signal, but that seemed like a small price to pay as I found myself sucked in to the teams that I would spend the rest of my life supporting. It might have been different if cable tv existed back then, or if we lived closer to Boston than New York, but the reality was that, in those ancient pre-cable days, most of my teams were essentially chosen for me by what was available on broadcast tv.

The one real exception was baseball. In the summer of 1969, 10-year-old me was standing on a path that forked in 3 different directions. I could have chosen to be a Red Sox, Yankees or Mets fan. All three choices were available to me, as I could watch the games of all three teams on tv. The Mets were on channel 9, the Yankees on channel 11, and a smattering of Red Sox games were rebroadcast by local channel 8. Broadcast from a tower in northern Hamden, channel 8 was always the strongest station on the dial in those analog days. A point for the Red Sox.

Both the Red Sox and Yankees had a better track record of success than a New York Mets ballclub that was still widely viewed as a joke. Even at 10 years old I was familiar with the Yankees history. The Red Sox were only a couple of years removed from a trip to the World Series and were still quite good. The battle for my fanhood was on.

I weeded out the Yankees first. I just didn't care for their tv announcers. Phil Rizzuto gave me a headache, and the other guys seemed boring to me. I would come to learn in later years that the Yankees once had legends like Mel Allen and Red Barber doing their broadcasts, but that was before I came along. They've been consistently bad since I've been following sports, with guys like Michael Kay and John Sterling keeping the "tradition" going to the present day.

The Red Sox were more of a near miss. Their tv crew at the time sounded okay to me, and they still were a pretty good club. And the games were on the one analog signal that you never had to tinker with and constantly fine tune the signal. I could have easily become a Red Sox fan that year, except that channel 8 didn't carry many of their games. Mostly they just had some weekend games. Meanwhile, on channel 9, the majority of Mets games were aired. I started watching Mets games all those days that the Red Sox weren't on and, before I even knew it, the Mets became "my" baseball team.

Of course, some of the attraction was also the unfolding magic of the 1969 Mets. Not that it looked as if they were going to win anything. Even as late as August 14 they were still sitting 10 games behind the first place Cubs, but they were still a cool and exciting team to me.

As someone who had to learn the intricacies of every sport I began to follow on my own, I was lucky enough to take my beginner's class in baseball with Professors Nelson, Kiner and Murphy. The Mets broadcasters were real pros, and made the game of baseball understandable to me. While I had been turned off by the cacophony of the Yankees booth (Holy cow!), I found the Mets broadcasters understandable and inviting.

One of the first Mets game I watched was a Tom Seaver start, and I quickly learned the most important detail of those early Mets years: Seaver was a god. I still had a lot to learn about the game of baseball, but Tom Seaver was so clearly the best player on the field every time he was out there it was obvious to me when I still knew practically nothing about the game. In 1969 Seaver was still quite young himself at age 24, in my youthful ignorance it seemed to me that Tom Seaver would be around virtually forever. Even though I was 18 when Seaver was traded to the Reds 8 years later that is still the most traumatized I've ever felt from something that happened to a team I supported - more so than tough playoff losses and late season collapses, because that's when I first understood that you couldn't trust the people in charge of your team to do what's right. That's a lesson I've relearned many times since then.

Anyway, as the summer of 1969 wore on, I was getting pretty solid on the basics of baseball while the Mets were starting to put the heat on the Cubs. They caught fire at the end of August and wound up winning the division by 8 games. It was quite a turnaround.

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5 comments:

Reese Kaplan said...

My allegiance to the Mets was a familial thing since my Dad had been a Giants fan when they were in New York and he embraced the Mets when they came into existence in 1962. I grew up exposed to the Mets and my fandom was thus created.

Mack Ade said...

Went to 2 Giants games in the Yale Bowl... paid for parking in someone's yard.

holmer said...

Mike, I am also from the New Haven area and I became a Mets fan in 1964 because of my older cousin, who was much like an idolized older brother to me. We played Whiffle ball in the back yard (our families lived in a duplex) and he was always the Mets when we played. I thought he was a Mets fan but, as he told me years later, he couldn't be the Yankees, of whom he was a fan, because if he were the Yankees he would never give me a chance to win. Interestingly my cousin, George "The Coach" DeMaio, sharpened his broadcast chops by announcing the games we played in the backyard (he also announced horse races with me riding my bike around and around the boiler in the basement). I knew the Met roster very well without even watching many games and I also learned the lineups of National League opponents because I was always them. It was a great education. If you are still in the New Haven area I'm sure you know "The Coach" if not he is a local radio sports broadcaster noted for broadcasting high school sports in the area.

Hobie said...

Fandom is genetic, I'm convinced. Mutations are the exception that prove the rule.

Born about 6 blocks from Ebbetts Field (and lived closer) to a Blue Family I was listening to Dodger games (Red Barber & Connie Desmond) as a toddler. My (great) uncle taught me the scorecard hieroglyphics & I would relate the play-by-play to my dad when he got home (all before school age). Devastated when the Dodgers deserted, they became traitors to me, & I was in limbo until 1962 (by then I was in HS). Rabid Met Fan since the day they drafted...um...Hobie.

Fred W. gets rapped for being a "Dodger Fan," but most don't get it. A BROOKLYN Dodger Fan is not a "Dodger Fan." That, of course, does not excuse his ownership decisions. I too have a seamless trail in the baseball lobes from Billy Cox to Jeff McNeil that has nothing--nothing--to do with those LaLa guys.

1st TV show I ever saw btw was "Happy Felton's Knot-hole Gang."

Mike Steffanos said...

Reese - at least you had someone to blame for all those lousy Mets season, I had only myself to blame.

Mack - the 2 years the Giants played in the Yale Bowl were a windfall to those folks willing to sell parking in their yards. The bowl lots didn't have nearly enough parking. You probably helped someone's kids go to college with those parking fees.

holmer -I'm familiar with "The Coach". Everyone in this area that cares about high school sports knows who he is. I met him once years ago, though he certainly wouldn't remember me.

Hobie - I just think all of that Dodger fan stuff about Wilpon was more about resentment than anything else. People were mad when Citi Field first got built because they weren't doing anything to honor former Mets greats.