I was so grateful to have baseball back in 1995, coming off the surprisingly resilient 1994 Mets' partial season, that it never occurred to me to hold the strike against the sport. If anything, I stepped up my Mets fandom vis-a-vis other sports (for example, wanting the Knicks postseason to go away ASAP because it was sucking up too much media oxygen and bumping too many Mets games from WFAN to WEVD). I took advantage of various makegood ticket deals and enjoyed immensely what felt like a second-half rebirth of the franchise. In retrospect, 1995 was a trailer for 1997, which is essentially the beginning of my contemporary fandom. I am a little sketchy on some details from 1974, probably because we took a family trip out west.