Michael Baron, ContributorMan, 26 years. The funny thing is, it doesn’t feel that long ago. To me, 2006 feels like eons ago in comparison, probably because I feel like I relive all of the misery since then on a daily basis. There have been many awesome moments at Shea Stadium since the Mets last won the World Series, but the end of Game 6 and the end of Game 7 were like being wrapped in pure joy as a sports fan. They were both epic and iconic moments in baseball history, and undoubtedly one of the best World Series ever played.
I was sixteen years old at the time, but I have very vivid memories of the 1986 postseason. I worked my butt off selling seo services and was fortunate to be able to attend Game 3 of the NLCS and Game 6 of the World Series (which happened to be two of the most phenomenal games in the history of Shea Stadium). I remember recapping what happened in Game 6 to my first grade class that Monday, telling them, “The most amazing game was played on Saturday, and tonight, the Mets have to win the World Series!”
Even when the Mets were trailing 3-0 in Game 7, there was no way the Mets were losing that game. We knew it, the team knew it; everyone in the world knew it. Even after Boston seemed to gain some momentum with two runs in the eighth inning to pull within one, the little boy sitting in front of the TV knew they had nothing on the Mets. Sure enough, Darryl Strawberry gave the Mets some insurance with a solo homer and Jesse Orosco delivered an RBI single to seal the deal in the eighth inning. Hearing the classic roar of the Shea Stadium crowd after Orosco struck out Marty Barrett (who would have been the World Series MVP if the Red Sox had won Game 6) still resonates with me, and gives me chills every time I watch it.
It’s disappointing, frustrating, and very aggravating the Mets have one postseason appearance since 2001, and that there has been a lot of losing and sour moments in between. But 1969 and 1986 are seasons our community fondly remembers and cherishes. It’s fun talking to people and listening to their stories from both seasons. Everyone has a unique perspective: Where they were when they won the World Series, how old they were, pictures from those eras, and so on. I do wish I could relate more to the 1969 championship – all I have are film, pictures, and memories from my dad (who fondly cherishes that season). But it’s all a part of the story which brings us together as Mets fans, and the fans, their association and their experiences are very much a part of the team’s history.
Here’s to the Mets winning another World Series soon – I can’t wait to share that moment again with everyone…