Bruce Resch,60,

East Meadow. Former

textiles manager. In fall 1969, Resch had just finished a job at Silvercup Bread in Long Island City. He went to Shea Stadium a lot that season, often using a cousin's tickets in the first row of the loge - the second deck - along the first-base line.

"You could either get a hard line drive that would probably kill you or one of those soft pop flies that you could reach for. You had to keep your eyes open."

He lived in Jackson Heights, Queens, which was walking distance to the stadium.

"To get to the stadium back then, we would actually walk. I was at Shea Stadium for the clinching [playoff] game against Atlanta that catapulted the lowly Mets into the World Series and the eventual title."

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He didn't run on the field.

"I was taking it all in from upstairs. . . . It was like someone cut a hole in the bottom of a cup and people poured out. It was great.

"I just sat there, stunned. I just could not believe it. When that final out was made, I thought, 'We're going to win the World Series.' I turned to my friend and said, 'We're going to win the World Series.' There was no stopping us. Even when they lost the first game against Baltimore, I still thought we were going to win.

"We weren't arrogant so much as certain. We were so naive as to believe we weren't going to lose, so we thought we were going to win. The summer ended nice. I used a little workman's compensation for a vacation, and at the end of vacation, it was the Mets.

"Most of the Mets fans were Dodgers fans before that. . . . When the Dodgers left, there was a void. We just ate the Mets up. It didn't matter that they lost 120 games [in 1962]. We said, 'Hey, they won 40.' "