Along time ago in a land far, far away there were two baseball prodigies named Darryl & Doc.  Darryl was a highly touted power-hitting prospect that had been branded the savior of a team that always played second fiddle in the land's largest city.  He possessed a tall, athletic frame and a swing so sweet it made strawberries seem sour.  Doc was the second coming of Satchel Paige; no pitcher has ever been blessed with more ability.  His arm was magic, it made the land's greatest batsmen flail foolishly and kick dirt in disgust.

At first, life in the major leagues came easy to the pair.  Darryl won the rookie of the year at 21 years old, belting 26 home runs.  The next season Doc, only 19, became the youngest pitcher in All Star history striking out all three batters he faced.  He set rookie records for strikeouts and shutouts en route to winning 17 games and the rookie of the year.  Their potential seemed limitless. 

The next season Doc became the best pitcher in the game going 24-4 with an amazing 1.53 ERA and 268 strikeouts.  He won the pitcher's Triple Crown.  Darryl was the game's best young power hitter, hitting 26 and 29 home runs in the next two seasons.  The following year the duo stood on top of the baseball world when their team rolled through the regular season winning 108 games and then defeated a curse-stricken squad in a thrilling seven game World Series.  All this happened before either of them had turned 25.

The downward spiral for the pair began shortly after.  Doc tested positive for cocaine prior to the next season and spent the first month of the season in rehab.  Darryl hit 39 home runs, but was using drugs, partying all night, and showing up late for games.  He was described by Mets' management as a time bomb waiting to go off.