I know we were all on Cloud Nine by the following summer (when the Mets were the best team in the NL and in first by a dozen games). However, in hindsight, looking back, it seems like it was all down hill from that Game Six. From there, it's like it went from Endy's catch to collapses to injuries to Maddoff in the matter of a few minutes, yet it's actually been six years. SIX. I get a headache just thinking about, frankly.
That said, I will never forget how it felt leaving Shea Stadium that night. I had never heard a louder Jose, Jose, Jose chant, which you could still hear rattling through the building while walking through the parking lot. It was so impactful, Cliff Floyd actually wrote about it on the blog he was keeping that year for MLB.com. The memory is tainted a bit by what happened six years ago tonight, and by what ultimately happened the following season, but (as far as baseball games go, and experiences at that ballpark) it was a great night that I'll never forget.