I was at that 2008 game too. Got there right when the gates opened, walked the whole ballpark, soaking in every second I could. May or may not have cried more than once that night. It's weird and I knew they were a longshot but I was "all-in" on the 2018 squad showing they had learned something from the disappointment of the 2017 flop, and the game itself was such a wild ride. As I recall up big on an early Delgado salami, losing it, then positioning themselves for a gigantic comeback-- Muffys insane leadoff triple and then bases-loaded, no-outs. I had already secured playoff tickets. We were sitting with our back to the rising Citifield, so time was running out on all fronts, and that's just weeks before the Madoff/financial crashes awaited. And to lose all that? It was palpable death ☠️☠️ including the last remnants of my innocent fandom. They didn't deserve it. As I recall they shit the bed again the next night in more traditional Met fashion, failing to mount any kind of attack. End of an era.