My best friend is from northwest Georgia, but is a Cardinals fan. His dad is from New Jersey and grew up a fan of the Dodgers and, after they left, the Mets. I have been a Mets fan since I was a catcher in grade school and I wanted to be Mike Piazza. We routinely go down to Atlanta to catch Mets-Braves games. My friend, growing up, played baseball. When he played, he had a personal hitting coach whose son broke into the Majors a few years ago, Charlie Culberson.
Last year my friend got married. For his "bachelor weekend" we went to Chattanooga for a night, then Atlanta for the day. The Mets were in town so we all caught a game (best friend, his dad, and the other groomsmen who were available). The Mets were leading late in the game, and Charlie Culberson came up in the bottom of the 9th inning as a pinch hitter.
Charlie Culberson, whose dad taught my best friend how to hit, hits a walk-off home run on the day we are in Atlanta to celebrate that friend's impending nuptials.
Best sports story I'll ever have. First time I've ever been not mad that the Mets lost. (I cursed his name later that day though)