Hey, welcome m8644. In retrospect, this is going to make me look like a complete doofus, but when I was a kid, my favorite non-Met was Joe Torre. He could hit for a high average back in the Pitcher's Golden Age. He could catch and throw. He was a funny guy. He was from Marine Park, which was basically Sheepshead Bay - my neighborhood - except Italian rather than Jewish. Then, when I was 10, the Mets traded for him. For one day, I was the happiest kid in the world. The Mets were finally gonna get an MVP trophy to put next to all the Cy Youngs (ok, only two, but when I was 10, it was obvious that a Met would always win a Cy Young, and that no Met would ever hit .300). I got my mom to iron a 9 on the back of my Mets t-shirt. And, well, boy howdy, did Joe Torre suck as a Met. I'm looking at BBRef now and apparently he hit .306 in 310 ABs in 1976, but that has been expunged from my memory. As far as I know, he stepped up to the plate no fewer than 3000 times in the mid-seventies and bounced to third on every single at-bat. I think the disappointment still haunts me. Everything I do, every decision I make, every relationship I get into...heck, every IGT I start, a little voice inside my head whispers "get ready for disappointment, Chad, my boy...you remember Joe Torre in 1975, right?" Joe Torre. Joe Freaking Torre.