Row V was at the very top of the upper deck at the old Shea Stadium. Section 38 was way down the left-field line. That's where I sat with my dad on Oct. 15, 1969, Game 4 of the Mets' first World Series. In truth, we had a better view of Flushing Bay than of Ron Swoboda making what I still consider the best catch in postseason history.
I was 8 years old, having just completed my first season of Little League in Great Neck, New York. I pitched for the Green Team and idolized Tom Seaver. That July I remember watching Neil Armstrong's one small step on a black-and-white television, but I more vividly recall watching Seaver's "Imperfect Game" against the Cubs earlier that same month.