April 18, 2006: Mets vs. Braves
When I started learning about baseball, TBF introduced me to the concept of “Triple Happiness”: Mets win, Braves lose, Yankees lose.
The Braves. Our nemesis. Our division rivals. I understand this well. I know all about John Rocker and Mr. Jones and who we are booing and why. (The booing. That is something that never happened in my baseball experiences out West. You would be ejected from the park if you booed. I know, because I did the first game I ever went to [along with a handful of other East Coasters] and we were chastised for un-sportsman-like behavior.)
So I understand, even more, the pain that ensues with a 7-1 loss.