I was 18 in the summer of 85, and Doc Gooden owned NYC. When Doc started, it was an event. Bars, homes, and stores all showed the game, and even if you weren't in front of a tv, out in the streets you didn't have to go far to hear the voice of Bob Murphy calling the game one someone's radio. Teenagers carrying boomboxes tuned to WHN It was great being a Met fan.Good times (yes a cliche, but in this case it really applies).