Growing up a Mets fan, there is one name you learn at birth, a name that is intrinsically tied to what it means to be a Mets fan, a name that makes you proud because he belongs to us and no one else. That name is Tom Seaver. There will never be another player like Tom Seaver. Ever. He is the Mets—the heart and soul of the franchise. For Mets fans of my parents’ generation, he is a childhood hero. For Mets fans of subsequent generations, like me, he is the stuff of Mets legend—an oral history passed down from fans who have endured many more years of watching lean Mets teams than I have, but were lucky enough to see him pitch.