On a much happier note today, I thought we would try to accomplish two things. One to make readers more aware of our Facebook page and two to reminisce on the Mets most famous day. Today we will have a contest as to who’s memory of Game 6 of the 1986 World Series is the fondest or more interesting. In order to play you will need to head over to our Facebook page, where you can watch the video of the Buckner Blunder and interviews of Carter and Wilson, then post your memories on the page. For those who do not have or want Facebook you may post them below. Have fun and good luck. The winner will have their memory posted tomorrow after the game along with any pictures of them and their family they want to include.
To access our Facebook page you can click the link below OR starting today there is also a widget in the lower left hand sidebar. If you also notice a few of our authors are in the fan section as well.
You can also check out this video, I have no idea why I find it so amusing.
Update: Due to some technical issues yesterday, the contest will be extended through midday tomorrow. And as noted above if you have a strong urge not to register for Facebook you may post them below.
1 comment
metsfan4decades
8/5/2009-12:07pm at 12:07 pm (UTC -4)
Thanks! As I’m one of those without a Facebook account…
I’ve been a Met fan since 1968 and I can truly say 1986 was my favorite season. I was a young professional, just starting out, newly married a few short years. I’m the baseball fan in the family but my husband was as glued to that T.V. set as I was that night.
Game 6 against Houston was one for the books for me. Didn’t think anything could top that, going into the WS.
But Game 6 of the 1986 WS is my favorite NY Met memory to date. If you say Game 6 to any Met fan, heck to most baseball fans, they’ll know what year, what series, what game you are referring to.
Watching the game that night, I thought we could still battle back as we had been doing that whole series, coming back from two games down. However, coming into the bottom of the 10th, I felt my hopes fading fast. Two outs and the announcement on the scoreboard “Congratulations, Boston Red Sox, 1986 World Champions.”, just about did it.
I’m a big Met fan, inherited from my Dad, as is my sister. We were on the phone to each other that whole series. Actually, my Dad routinely called during every game all season, asking ‘are we going to do this’?
So I’m on the phone with my Dad when that announcement flashed and I can probably say he was actually more dejected than I was – but it was close. Says: ‘I can’t watch this. I’ll talk to you tomorrow’.
Then we got one hit. I’m thinking, ‘can we just end this misery’? Then we got two, I stood up. Then a third hit and a run. By now, I’m right back into it, thinking as we did all season, we’re going to win this.
Mookie does the swan dive to avoid being hit by the pitch as Mitchell races home with the tying run. By now I’m jumping up and down, screaming ‘Go! Go! Go!’
Mookie hits that slow dribbler up the line and the rest, as they say, is history. By now I’m up on the couch, jumping up and down, screaming ‘They did it! They actually did it’. The phone starts ringing. I pick it up knowing it’s my Dad (long before the days of caller ID). I don’t say Hello, I just yell into the phone, ‘Did you see it? Did you see them? They DID IT’. He’s yelling and laughing as loud as I am.
Told him we’re going to do this, we’re going to win Game 7, nothing is stopping us now.
Oh, and after it was all over that season, I treated myself to a new living set. That old couch was never the same after that night. I’m happy to report 23 years later, my Dad and I still watch an inning or two together, over the phone, dissecting the team, the plays, the score.
I watch the DVD of that game from time to time, just to remind myself in the bleak days such as last night and this season, why I love this team so much.