The 1960's was not a happy time for many New York City baseball fans. Their beloved Dodgers and Giants had moved to California and the new team, the New York Metropolitans, were the punchline of a joke.
As the 1969 season opened, the odds were barely one in a hundred that they would win the World Series. In August they were 9 games behind the league leading Cubs. But the Cubs in typical Cubs fashion started to fold as the Mets started to soar. When they hosted the Cubs on September 9 they were only 1½ games out.
In that game a furry little symbol of bad luck, a black cat, raced across the field and scurried past the Cubs dugout. From that point the Cubs seemed to be doomed. They lost the game and the next one.
The Mets, however, were on fire, finishing the season eight games ahead of the Cubs to win the division. This was the first year for the League Champion Series playoffs. The Mets were the underdogs to the more experienced Atlanta Braves and no one gave them a chance.
Incredibly, they swept the series to win the National League pennant.
Once again no one gave them a chance as they faced the Baltimore Orioles in the World Series as the heavy underdogs. The Orioles had won their division by 19 games and swept past their opponents in the playoffs.
The Orioles won the first game, but the Mets came back, winning the next four to become World Champions in one of the best underdog stories in sports.
There was great pitching, clutch hitting and some incredible fielding by the Mets during those games.
But this is not a sports blog, it's a pet blog.
And you just can't discount that black cat.