I had high hopes after 1976. It was, to date, their second-best season (in terms of wins) ever. I was pretty rattled by the Seaver trade. I remember gloomily sitting on a curb with my friends, thinking the Mets would never have a player like that again. But kids are resilient, and, while I wasn't all that excited about Dan Norman, I saw Steve Henderson as that next big star we were craving. (I remember Joe Torre on TV saying that he wouldn't trade Steve Henderson even-up for Tom Seaver. What a bullshitter.) If I had been older and wiser, I would have perhaps seen 1977 for what it was, the beginning of a steep decline. I didn't understand at the time that Mrs. Payson's death left the Mets in the hands of people who didn't care about winning, only about cost-cutting. I'll still say 2009 was the worst, because it wasn't one bad event, it was a whole shitstorm. One thing after another. I'm glad there wasn't a season like this when I was 15. I might have become permanently demoralized.