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Aug 06

Where Were You When: ‘86 WS Game 6 Contest

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Mets, TRS86

by TRS86

Lots of good entries came in on our Where Were You When Contest. The winner’s memory will be posted on Sunday with a picture of their choosing. In the mean time feel free to enjoy some of the other great stories.

Jason Bornstein
Jason Bornstein

I have to go with something similar that I was 8, up past my bedtime with a party at my house for the game, and almost up to see the clocks get set back to end Daylight Savings Time. I don’t remember anything about the game before the end, but I became a fan, a die hard, after that moment (starting with Game 7).
Robert Kotick
Robert Kotick

I remember watching it on my bed with my Dad. I was 11 years old at the time and I specifically remember in the 10th inning after the Sox took the lead, me and my Dad breaking out ever 86 Mets rally cap we could. We had towels around our neck, hats turned inside out with the bill pointing upwards and a baseball wedged between the bill of the cap… Read More. I wish we had a camera to take a picture of the two of us dressed like we were. And after the wild pitch to tie it, I jumped so high the ball came out of my hat and hit my Dad in the head but at that point neither one of us cared about pain, we were just so excited. And then when the ball went through Buckner’s legs…Lets just say we woke up a few people sleeping in the other rooms of the house. One of the best childhood memories by far

Chuck Rothman
Chuck Rothman

I was watching the game as it went into extra innings. I distinctly remember Vin Scully’s comment about Howard Johnson: “if he was good enough to hit away, why wasn’t he good enough to start?”
When the Red Sox scored those two runs (I cursed Aguerlera for giving up the homer), I figured it was over. I said, “Well, if the Mets are going to lose, at least it’s to the Red Sox” ( my favorite AL team) then started to go to bed.
My wife — who’s no fan of any sport — said, “wait until the end.”
Bottom of the tenth. One out. “Oh, well, it’s over.” But I kept watching. Two outs. “That’s it.” But I kept watching, even though I knew it was hopeless. Carter singles. “That’s something, but I shouldn’t get my hopes up.” Mitchell singles. “Is it possible? Nah.” Knight singles. “Hmmn. Down one run.” Wild pitch! “Wow, we’re in it.” The: “Oops, an easy grounder, but the score is tied and — holy crap! We won!”

My wife still takes a lot of credit.

Eric King
Eric King
I remember staying up past my bedtime, as I was 9 years old, watching on a black and white TV in my room with rabbit ears attached. I had started watching the game in the living room and my dad always played the antagonist. Cheering for the other team and asking me how I could like the Mets. I was from Southern VA so it was an oddity for sure. My parents had to get up early the next morning and were not to happy when I woke them up in the middle of the night.

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