Redemption at Shea (or Citi): Darryl, Doc, and What Really Matters
I grew up a Mets fan in the 1980s. I was the kid who stayed up late with the static-filled AM radio just to catch the last pitch. And in those days, there was no one bigger—no one cooler—than Doc and Darryl. They were my heroes. Doc Gooden was electric. D...