I met a guy last night who conveyed to me possibly one of the best stories of meeting a girl that I have ever heard.
It all started in October of 1986 with game 7 of the World Series taking place between the Mets and Red Sox. A young man named Mike is at a sports bar in Manhattan enjoying the game with some friends. Mike notices a girl hanging out with some of her friends across the bar, but doesn't really have an excuse to go talk to her.
While the Mets are fighting for baseball supremacy, Mike notices a guy with a Red Sox hat walks into the place and bumps into the girl he was eying and spills her drink on her. Mike realizes it's time to take action. He stands up on a chair and yells to everyone in the place that there's a Red Sox fan in the building a points at the guy who's just spilled a drink all over this girl.
The crowd, needless to say, turns on the Boston fan and ridicules him out of the place. Mike goes over to the girl and asks if she's alright and strikes up a conversation.
A few hours later Jesse Orosco throws his glove into the air as the Mets win the World Series, and Mike has just met the woman he would later marry.
It's a match made in Mets heaven.