I just finished watching Game 3, the first time I had seen that game in 23 years which, since I'm 46, was half a lifetime ago. Also, Shea Stadium was exactly middle-aged that season; it was 22 years since it had opened in 1964, and 22 years until it would close in 2008. As the Mets quickly fell behind 4-0 in the first two innings, I found myself trying to remember how I felt at the time. Did I feel doom and gloom, or was my 1986 self confident that that extraordinary team would find a way to come back? When Darryl hit that 6th-inning three-run homer off Bob Knepper, I jumped out of my seat, even though I knew it was coming. Lenny's walkoff homer game me goosebumps. I clapped my hands so hard I frightened the dog, whose great great great grandparents probably hadn't even been born in 1986. As Darling struggled through the first two innings, my 2010 self was wondering how many pitches he had thrown. The announcers (Keith Jackson and Tim McCarver) never said a thing about it until after Ronnie had completed his 6th and final inning. (Jackson said, in passing, that Darling had thrown 93 pitches.) They never gave a pitch count for Knepper. And speaking of Knepper, I found myself surprised at how many batters he faced after the Strawberry homer. That was 2010 perspective again; I've grown accustomed to the quicker hook that starting pitchers get. Seeing Hojo in the dugout congratulating Darryl after the homer seemed like an anachronism, since there have been so many times in more recent years (although not so much in 2009) that I'd see an older Howard Johnson do the same with David Wright or Carlos Delgado or Carlos Beltran. After Dykstra's homer, they showed a shot of Shea from the air, focusing on the "Baseball Like it Oughta Be" sign along the top of the stadium. (Remember that?) What struck me was the loud thumping sound coming from Shea. How well I remember that, and how nice it was to see and hear it again. Another flashback memory was a shot of a vendor selling those little puppets of a puppy in a Mets cap, and when you open and close its mouth the blower expands and you hear a squeaking sound. Remember those? I think my sister had one. Boy, that was fun. What a great way to spend a cold January afternoon. I'm TiVoing Games 5 and 6, so I'll be sure to replicate today's experience two more times this winter.