Mike Piazza will probably always be my favorite Met. I first became a die-hard Mets fan towards the end of 1997, if I remember correctly when I was 10 years old, although I do remember parts of '96. So 1998 was my first full season as a Mets fan. I'll never forget the day Piazza was traded - I was playing in a Little League game when one of the dads tells his son on my team that the Mets got Piazza. I refused to believe it, reasoning that the Marlins wouldn't trade him after a week, but leaving the door open in my mind because I knew all about Huizenga's crazed purge of his team. It took my father turning on the TV after the game to convince me. Mike Piazza was the Mets icon I grew up with, in much of the same way some of you guys and gals grew up with Seaver, Koosman, Cleon, Agee, and Tug, or Swan, Mazzilli, Kingman, and Milner, or Strawberry, Hernandez, Gooden, Carter, Orosco, Fernandez, and Wilson, or Bonilla, Bobby Jones, and Hundley. I believe that you become most attached to the players you grew up with, even as you grow older and teams and players change. So more so than most of you, I think, the departure of Mike Piazza is a very sad day for me. He's been a Met since I was 11 years old and in fifth grade. Here I am, 18 years old, and a freshman in college. He's been the face of the franchise for more or less the whole time. I grew up with Piazza, Leiter, Franco, Alfonso, Ordonez, Ventura, Olerud, Benitez, Wendell, and the rest of the late '90s-early '00s Mets. It was a sad day watching Leiter go. It's the end of my childhood dreams, in a sense, seeing Piazza walk off into the sunset.