10/27

[Guest Edgy DC]

[Willets Point]

So Oct. 27th was the date of Game 7 (after a rain postponed a game) in 1986, the date of Game 4 in 2004 (when the Red Sox broke the curse) and now it's the day before Game 1 of the World Series?!?! Ridonculous!

[soupcan]

Wonderful, but long ago and far away.

I was in my senior year at Syracuse. After the game we drove around campus honking and waving our Mets caps out the window.

It was a great season and a great post-season. I want some more of that before I die.

[Guest themetfairy]

We were living on the Upper West Side at the time. We took a bottle of champagne out and walked around after the game was over. Lots of horns honking and overall rejoicing - good times!

[Guest metsguyinmichigan]

Remember that day like it was yesterday.

I was in my final semester in Missouri, watching the game in our off-campus apartment on my roomie's small television.

It was the icing on a very eventful year -- got engaged, got my degree, got my first job. Only have t-shirts, posters and pennants for the Mets, though!

[metirish]

I saw a guy Sunday walking in Pelham Bay wearing a 1986 WS Champions Mets jacket....head held high too.....

[Guest Kong76]

Today's Kiner's birthday too.

[Guest Edgy DC]

Tomorrow may belong to the Yankeee fan, but this day is ours, isn't it?

[seawolf17]

It's the real reason they're not playing a WS game today.

[G-Fafif]

It's the real reason they're not playing a WS game today.

[ashie62]

It was 23 years today, Seargeant Johnson taught the band to play
They were rolling in and out of bars
They were in first place by a mile
Doc & Straw rolled with style

So let me introduce to you!

Seargeant Johnsons Cocky Ass WS Winners

[Guest Edgy DC]

I was a sophomore who had his ID siezed for overzealous celebrating. Probably too overzealous an RA, but I've put that behind me.

My big moment was defending Jesse Orosco's bat --- of all things --- to a bunch of less believing fans than myself. And then he redeemed me with an RBI single. I wonder how many relief pitchers have gotten World Series hits since.

[HahnSolo]

I was a sophomore who had his ID siezed for overzealous celebrating. Probably too overzealous an RA, but I've put that behind me.

My big moment was defending Jesse Orosco's bat --- of all things --- to a bunch of less believing fans then myself. And then he redeems me with an RBI single. I wonder how many relief pitchers have gotten World Series hits since.[/quote:8bxgcs9a]

Garagiola: "I'll bet my house that he's [Orosco] bunting here."

Scully: "Joe, you just lost your house."

[Guest Edgy DC]

I guess that makes today Parade Day.

[Guest Edgy DC]

Today is also the anniversary of the 1961 groundbreaking of "Municipal Stadium" in Flushing, New York.

[Benjamin Grimm]

I was 23 years old, and while it may or may not have been the perfect age for a first World Championship, it was pretty darn close. I was old enough to know that it was a rare and special thing, but still young and naive enough for it to be overwhelmingly important to me.

If that championship had come when I was 10 (in 1973) I, knowing that there had been one only four years earlier, probably would have taken it as a matter of course. And if it had come when I was 43 (in 2006) I would have been delighted, and relieved to have been spared the fate of the Cubs fan, but I don't think I would have been as deliriously happy as I was in 1986.

I was there when Mookie hit that grounder to Buckner, and I knew, even then, that I had reached my apex as a live spectator, and that there would never be a game that I would regret not having attended, and that's proven true. And when the Mets won Game 7 two nights later I knew that anything additional that the Mets did for me in my lifetime would be icing (or gravy, choose your metaphor) and the missed championships that followed (1988, 1999, 2000, 2006, 2007, 2008) were all disappointing, but not devastating.

October 27, 1986 gave me, baseball-wise, life-long peace of mind.

[TransMonk]

I was 11 when the Mets won it all in '86. I can't think of a better age to be. Old enough to know it was special, but young enough for it to be magical and for me to start rooting for it every year. I know at the time I took it for granted a little. Losing to the Dodgers in 1988 and the debacle of 1991-1996 cured that for me.