Where Were YOU?

[dinosaur jesus]

And Mookie was going to be safe anyway. No way Buckner was going to beat him to the bag. Then it's first and third, and Hojo drives a single off the right field wall. In my alternate reality, anyway. Not as memorable as the way it actually ended, but I'll take it.

[Zvon]

Edgy MD wrote: Z, I'm sorry for your nausea and all, but... how do I put this... you realize the game had already been tied at that point, right? YOU SUFFERED FOR NOTHING!

Yow. Well, I misremembered it being the end but I did do all that jumping.

[Guest cooby]

That series was so exciting sometimes it's hard to remember which game was which. Is this the one that Sid came in and shut them down cold?? I loved that man.

Anyway, 1986, my daughter was 3 years old and I didn't even have my son yet. My husband and I watched at our old house on Jones Street in LH. Mom and Dad on West Fourth Street. I bring that up because dad and I called each other many times throughout the game. We had to keep it short though because our phones were not in the same room as our TVs

When the game was over I'm sure my husband and I jumped around the house. If our daughter woke up, she probably did too. We opened a bottle of DeMay champagne that we were saving for something else, but we decided this was a good enough cause, lol.

I worked at a record/electronics store. The next day at work when I was writing a check for the UPS lady I gushed "my team won the World Series". She was kind enough to smile. She probably thought "what a hangover"

I was just 27 years old. My son will be 27 years old this winter, so it's literally a generation ago for my family.

Reading through this, I can see at least four things that are either now obsolete, or have ceased to be. Make that five.

[Valadius]

I was a fetus in Battery Park City. I wouldn't be born for another 105 days.

[Ceetar]

pretty sure it was past my bedtime.

[Guest Rockin' Doc]

I was 26 years old and had just completed my first year of practice in North Carolina. My wife and I were in the living room of our apartment watching on our 24" (or maybe 25") color TV. I was living and dying with every play, while my wife humored me with feigned interest in the actual game. I remember watching the great comeback unfold with defeated resignation.

I only vaguely remember watching game 7. I only remember being happy that the Mets had finally won a World Series when I was old enough to watch and savor it.

[HahnSolo]

Game six, section 3 of the upper reserved, right on the aisle, I think row 8.

Game seven, my buddy's apartment in the Bronx.

[Guest Mets Guy in Michigan]

I was a student at University of Missouri, with the bittersweet joy of the Mets being in the Series for the first time since I was 9, yet being so far away from home. My Dad actually snagged two seats to one of the playoff games against Houston.

The year before, I was in the dorm with all the crazed Cardinal fans who gave me all kinds of grief during that epic September series. Very noisy with a lot of trash talk.

But in 1986, we were sharing an off-campus apartment and we watched on my roommate's little black and white TV. His girlfriend's roommate was from Massachusetts and a Sox fan, so we all watched it together.

My parents would call after every win. Exciting days!

[Gwreck]

Too young; before I became a baseball fan (let alone a Mets fan). My only Mets World Series memories are from that one series fifteen years ago.

(Wow; it's really been 15 years since that debacle).

[Valadius]

Gwreck wrote: Too young; before I became a baseball fan (let alone a Mets fan). My only Mets World Series memories are from that one series fifteen years ago. (Wow; it's really been 15 years since that debacle).

^^^Gwreck's 10,000th post!

[Frayed Knot]

House/aging-dog sitting at my folks' house while they were away at a parents weekend at my brother's college in western NYS. Lots of crazy phone calls criss-crossed between the two ends of the state shortly after that tenth inning.
Watched game 6 with a girlfriend imported to the house for the evening. She was actually a Mets fan prior to being connected to me to the point where she was unable to watch during several tense moments in those later innings and had to leave the room at times.
And like many here I have fuzzier memories of Game 7. I'm sure I was in the same place but I can remember far fewer specifics.

[Guest cooby]

I can also remember a certain October morning in 1973. I was sitting at the breakfast counter eating cereal, probably Rice Krispies, just as I am now. I thought �the Mets could win the World Series tonight!�

Somebody walked by to the bathroom, either my mom or dad. I had some orange juice.

I loved that team and I loved the batboy, Greg Cox, so I was excited for the extra games to be able to see him. On WOR too, as I recall.
Greg Cox was gone by 1974. Very disappointed.

I had this little date stamp, and I stamped all my dollar bills with the date Oct __1973, so that everybody that ever saw them again would think of the Mets (yeah, but I�ll bet if they even got it, they thought of the A�s!)

I was so weird. 14 years old so I guess I had the right to be

Rambling I know but wow that was a long time ago�

[Fman99]

I was 13 and rebelling against much of what my parents attempted to instill in me as a younger child, in a mostly harmless kind of way that a 13 year old without major issues would do. I honestly don't recall if I watched either game.

[Centerfield]

I remember Game 7 clear as a bell. I remember being pissed at Ron Darling (not nearly as pissed as I would get 2 years later). I remember feeling more settled down when Sid came in. He really set the tone there, as Darling had been shaky the whole game.

I remember throwing things when the ball bounced off of Strawberry's glove and over the fence. I was sure he had it. For years I thought that it was a three run HR, only to find my memory was wrong when I saw a replay years later.

I remember when Knight hit the go-ahead HR thinking to myself that the Sox were dead.

[dgwphotography]

Two game six stories:

First, game six of the NLCS - The then not yet Mrs. DGW and I where at my brother-in-law's house for our formal engagement portraits. Needless to say, we had to take them again a few days later, because I could not mask the complete anguish on my face...

We watched game 6 of the world series at the bar of the local bowling alley with a group of friends. The bartender was a longtime Yankee fan, and was egging on both sides. Needless to say that a lot of fun was had that night...