My youngest daughter was born on September 12th, 2007. The Mets had 17 games to go with a magic number of seven.
With the baby out and healthy and on her way to the nursery, and my wife surrendering to sedatives, I sat down (still in the O.R., wearing the scrubs they gave me) and fished out my phone to check the score. They beat the Braves that day and I clearly remember thinking "they got this; the post season is a lock". Then they lost 5 in a row and 7 of the final 12.
It's REALLY hard being a Mets fan, but I could never be a Yankee fan; I don't own any track pants, wife beaters, or gold chains.