July 17, 2000
I know a lot of people probably make this claim, but I was at this game, and I remember it distinctly 14 years later. I was high above first base, in the upper deck, far from the V.I.P.'s.
I remember how silent Shea got in the top of the 10th when the Red Sox scored those two runs. I remember seeing people flooding out of the ballpark. I couldn't believe anybody would leave early from the sixth game of a World Series. I remember thinking, "If the Mets make a comeback, these people will regret for the rest of their lives the five minutes they saved by leaving early.
I remember, when the Mets had two out and nobody on, the DiamondVision scoreboard briefly, and erroneously, flashing "Congratulations Red Sox." And I remember having my heart in my mouth, desperately hoping against hope, as first Gary Carter, then Kevin Mitchell, then Ray Knight singled to keep the Mets alive.
And, of course, I remember Bob Stanley's wild pitch, and the ground ball Mookie hit that bounced through Buckner's legs. From high above, I figured that Mookie had a chance to beat it out. When it trickled "through the wickets" I remember pointing and shouting "LOOK! LOOK!" as if Ray Knight needed me to tell him to come home with the winning run. I still think sometimes of those people who left early, who must have heard the roar from the ramps and the parking lot. What a night! Being at that game was the peak of my "career" as a baseball fan.
October 18, 2000
Now here's a coincidence... I was having a college party that night at my house (yes, my parents knew about it! They even joined us for a couple of innings!) Forty of my friends, crammed into my basement, watching one of the most memorable games in World Series History! 37 Mets fans, and 3 Sox fans. when the Sox scored in the top of the 10th, you could hear a pin drop... until the Sox fans started rubbing it in! Revenge is oh so sweet! Bottom 10th, the wild pitch, and I thought the roof was going to blow off the house! Then the grounder thru Buckner's legs! Sheer madness! Yelling in the streets! And the neighbors joined us! To this day, when I talk to friends who were there, they still rave about the great time... though I'm surprised some of them actually remember the night!
January 17, 2001
I remember watching the game at my Mother's house with my brother and cousin. My brother and I are insane Mets fans, my cousin really couldn't care less. As the bottom of the 10th unfolded, I was laying on one couch, and my brother was laying on another. We just laid there feeling that this glorious season was coming to a crushing end. As we watched the first two Mets make out, and the smile widen on Roger Clemens face, we couldn't help thinking it was all over. As the next series of events unfolded, our gloomy feelings brightened with each Met reaching base, to the point where, when Mookie came up, we were both sitting up on our respective couches feeling that fate may be taking a bizzare turn. All this time my cousin sat on a chair in the corner showing no emotion at all. When the ball went through Buckner's legs and Knight scored, my brother and I jumped up and down on the couches and pounded the furniture like two complete lunatics for at least two or three minutes. All the while my cousin sat there like a statue. Once we had calmed down, my cousin looked at us and jokingly said, in a straight voice, "Who won?" It was an incredible night, and the second greatest memory I have as a Mets fan (for my all-time greatest memory, look at game three of the 1973 NLCS).
May 10, 2001
i was visiting the cooperstown hall of fame with my wife. we had a nice dinner at a victorian style restaurant out in the woods outside of the village. after dinner we went to the lounge where there was a wide screen tv playing the game. baskets of popcorn and mugs of beer being sold. this being New York state the place was loaded with red sox fans.... when all seemed lost my wife bravely said, don't worry were going to win. Well, after the "impossible happend", we were jumping up and down and screaming our heads off - the place was packed with quiet but angry sox fans giving us the evil eye. we dashed out to the car to hear bob murphy's happy recap --- oh what a night !!!!
May 24, 2001
I am an avid videotaper. I have 1700 movies on tape and hundreds of "Specials". Events, concerts, prize- fights, etc. But I was so enthralled with the Mets, that I didn't bother to tape any of the games, until the 6th game. When the Mets came up for their last at bat, trailing by two, with Vince Scully bemoaning Howard Johnson and Davy Johnson's mistakes, I told my wife I was gonna turn the VCR off. "Why," she asked, "when you've taped so much of the game. Wait till they make the final out". Thank God I listened, because of her I have the entire 6th and 7th Games of the series, including commercials in my collection. Every once in a while, I put it on just to listen to Vince Scully's error in judgement, and the one error that my wife didn't let me make.
June 3, 2001
All summer long I felt that this was the Mets' year of destiny, that after going 108-54, we would win the World Series. When we fell behind in the 10th, I couldn't believe what was happening. Being only 17 at the time, I was just naive enough to think the Mets had a chance, even after the two quick outs in the bottom of the 10th. I remember making a big deal about Mitchell getting to third on Ray Knight's base hit. Who knew that a wild pitch was in store! I remember the relief of that play, knowing that our season couldn't end on the next pitch. I felt the destiny was back, that the Mets would win this game somehow, even if it went 15 innings. The Buckner play was a total blur. I had so much adrenaline that I couldn't sleep - I was up until 5 a.m. watching TV looking for every highlight and recap I could find.
August 30, 2001
I remember the cameras picking up Red Sox pitchers in the bullpen when the Mets were down to their last out. It caught Roger Clemens borrowing a comb from somebody and combing his hair in preparation for the post-game festivities and interviews. It cemented my opinion of him as a jackass, but oh, what a pitcher, and I'm glad the Yanks have him.
October 10, 2001
I remember I was at home (in Los Angeles) getting ready to go out to a club. I was with about five of my friends and we were all dressed up for a night on the town. We were watching the game and my friends were bugging me to get going in the 10th with two outs because, as they said, "it's over." I convinced them to stay because I wanted to watch the Red Sox run out and celebrate and watch the post game interviews. I remember a quick shot of the red Sox locker room with the lockers covered in plastic and a cart with champagne on it. As each Met got on base, my friends, who had been standing yelling at me to "come on", began to all sit down and watch the events unfold. Once Stanley threw the wild pitch, their faces were fixed on the TV. To this day I will never forget Scully's call of Mookies grounder ... "a little roller up along first, beHIND THE BAG ... HERE COMES KNIGHT AND THE METS WIN IT!!!!!" At that point we were all jumping up and down screaming and were so amped we didn't make it out until 1:30 a.m.. We stayed home drinking and talking about the game until then. It is still, to this day, the greatest single game I have ever witnessed!
October 25, 2001
I was a photographer for a suburban Indianapolis newspaper and, of course, had to shoot the state high school marching band contest! I kept trying to catch glimpses of the game on the big-screen TVs in the suites at the Hoosier Dome where the contest was being held.
I finally made it back to my upstairs apartment above this elderly couple to watch the game in the eighth inning and thought it was over! The miracle then ensued!! What an unforgettable night! I thought I was going to wake my landlords up when I started leaping up and down celebrating.
Maybe I did. During the series finale on Monday, they called me down to talk to them. Wearing my Mets shirt and Mets hat, they asked me to move out -- said their daughter was coming home with her kids from California and needed the room. Next morning, sure enough, there was her luggage on the back porch! But, I didn't care. The Mets had won!
November 15, 2001
To this day, I still can't believe the Mets won this game. It defies all probability or logic.
I watched it on TV at my sister's house in Vermont. I had to be quiet because her young son was sleeping in the next room. When the Sox got the second out in the 10th, I started getting ready for bed and said to her, well, it's been a nice season. Then the bottom fell out. I quietly cheered the Mets rally. But when the ball went through BB's legs, I jumped up and let out a yell that could have woken up my nephew. But I didn't care! "The Mets are gonna win!" I screamed.
My sister, who wasn't much of a baseball fan before then (and when she was, she rooted for the Sox), said that this game crystalized her feelings about baseball--meaning that she realized what a great game it is.
As much as I was happy, I felt bad for the Sox. What a way to blow it. They must be truly cursed.
December 18, 2001
I was in the upper deck in section 37 for this game. I can still see the skydiver floating into the stadium and the startled Keith Hernandez scrambling away. I also remember seeing the "Congratulations 1986 World Chapions Boston Red Sox" on the scoreboard prematurely. I can still see my dad's face ready to cry as we were about to lose the series. Then after all of the miracles and the Buckner ball..the place EXPLODED! I was jumping up and down on my chair and it broke. I still remember people SCREAMING as we left the stadium heading down the exit ramps. There was a fire truck outside trying to get to an emergency and the fans just swarmed it and it didn't go anywhere. What an emotional roller coaster of a night. Still have my ticket stubs too :-)
May 24, 2002
The Mets broke my heart this night. You guys have your 1969 banner, couldn't you be happy with that? Why wouldn't you give us just one measly banner? We hate the Yankees, we were the original home of Bob Ojeda, what else do you want from us? - A lonely, depressed Red Sox fan
July 22, 2002
What can I say that hasn't been said. I was a freshman in college at the time and I remember actually crying after Barrett doubled in Boggs. It just couldn't end that way and of course it didn't. I agree that the Wild Pitch was the most emotional moment in my sports-watching life (even more than Scott Norwood's wide right in Super Bowl XXV). I also remember the faces on the Red Sox pitchers in the bullpen and Oil-Can Boyd in the dugout. What awesome revenge. I can almost still taste it.
October 4, 2002
The at-bat by Mookie has to be the greatest at- bat in the history of the franchise. I've played it videotape from time to time and it is still hard to believe it happened like it did.
October 11, 2002
Every now and then I think back to this game and still cannot believe the Mets won it. It flies in the face of all reason, probability and possibility. I think, in reality, when Gary Carter came up to start the rally, the two teams entered a worm-hole in the universe, and from that moment until Knight scored, the game was played in a dimension other than our known world. What I'm saying is that the Red Sox (who I felt bad for) really won the 1986 Series. And somewhere in a far-off land, Red Sox fans celebrated that night, while the moon was shining bright.
Karl de Vries
December 26, 2002
Just some statistics for you from that miracle inning that I compiled by analyzing the tape:
After the outs made by Backman and Hernandez, the Mets faced 19 pitches with two outs, and had four 2-strike pitches in which the game could have ended had Wilson (or Knight) waved at them (not counting the three 2-strikers that faced Wilson with the game tied).
Now had Buckner made the play, there was a good chance Wilson would have beaten Buckner to the bag, which would have kept the game tied with runners at first and third. HOWEVER, with Howard Johnson at the plate, the Armando Benitez of post- season play, there would be a more than likely chance we would have gone to the top of the 11th, with good old Doug Sisk on the mound.
Don't think for a minute we don't appreciate the favor, Billy.
March 14, 2003
I was seven years-old...
My parents dragged me to their friends house, whom they had plans with that evening, and I convinced the other children in the house that watching the game was the "cool" thing to do. As the later innings approached, all of the adults in the house came downstairs to watch the game.
I watch the tape of that game today, and can still remember the yelling and screaming I did after the ball went through Buckner's legs. As long as I live, and as many great baseball memories as I'll have, that will always be the day to me that cemented my place as a Met fan and a baseball lover.
April 24, 2003
As long-term fans (we had our engagement party at Shea Stadium) and season-ticket holders (believe me it was a fortune to us...and worth it), my husband and I sat in the Mezzanine section 8 on the rail, with the two close friends we'd made by sharing that box with them over the years. Our rally caps on, tears flowing and hearts breaking, all clutching each other...we then experienced the most incredible turn-around emotional and thrilling game I can possibly imagine. It was so unbelievably exciting, I can't believe any game in my life will ever match it as long as I live.
Remember the parachutist? In this day and age we would have thought he was a terrorist. Back then it was just fun and exciting and cool.
Also present elsewhere in the stadium was my dear mom and also dear friend Pat Grande. I'm so glad they both were there too.
Even the 7th game that we also attended, where they actually won the Series was anti-climactic if you can believe it. I still miss the fun and friendly regulars in the nearby box seats and their camaraderie, who might still remember Vicky and Joe. I can picture everyone there. Eternal thanks to Tom who later gave me a copy of his videotaped version to enjoy for posterity. (Let's not forget how wild those playoffs were too, but I won't take up any more space here!) Thanks for the memories!
October 13, 2003
Oh my, the famous game 6.. I was 11 years old and, living in Florida, pretty much the only Mets fan I knew.
I remember my mom let me stay up really late to watch this game. I had practically given up all hope of a World Series win with the loss the day before. But I knew the Mets still had a chance..
When the Sox scored twice in the top of the 10th, I had tears in my eyes. But I put on what would become my 'lucky' baseball glove and forced myself to watch all the way to the final out, cause I thought that's what a real fan would do. Every time the Mets were down to their last strike I was hiding my face in the glove. Then Carter got a hit. Then Mitchell. Then Knight. The magic was starting.
Then Mookie came up and a wild pitch later, it was suddenly looking possible. Then Wilson hit that little dribbler that Bill Buckner will probably never forget. I remember screaming "No!" when he first hit it, thinking there was NO WAY this wasn't the final out... and it quickly turned to "YES YES YES!" when the ball skittered between Buckner's legs. My glove went flying as Knight crossed the plate and I jumped up and down on my bed. Much like Orosco's did the next day.
Everything after that moment is a blur, but I'll never, ever, forget that comeback. It cemented me as an official Mets Fan For Life. Even as a professed Marlins fan these days, I still silently root for the Mets cause that's where the real magic is.
October 21, 2003
I am a Red Sox fan, and just like the 2003 ALCS was lost as a result of a managerial decision, so was the 1986 series with the Mets. It's rather curious, but I've not heard this position taken by any analyst. Bill Buckner should not have been in the game at the point in time of the infamous error. Throughout the second half of the season, when the Sox were protecting a lead in the late innings, Buckner would come out. He was replaced by Dave Stapelton at 1st for defensive purposes. Why didn't this occur in Game 6? The Sox' manager went brain-dead, again.
November 11, 2003
I was about 17 and drinking at a party down a couple of blocks where I lived. I had to make curfew and so I left in the 9th inning before the Red Sox went up to bat. I ran, but was drunk so it took longer then it should've, by the time I reach my house the Red Sox already scored the two runs, and the bottom of the 10th just started. My parents were sitting there with the tv off, with my brother (who had MS at the time and couldn't talk because of the disease). I asked why the tv was off, my Dad said your mom shut it off because she can't take watching them anymore. I said turn it on we need to watch the last out, and that was when Mookie was up and the magic happened. I didn't even get in trouble for drinking that night either.
November 15, 2003
I thought 1969 would never be topped, I was wrong. . Nothing those bums did after this game bothered me as it once might have:1987, Soscia's HR, Dwight and drugs, Daryl leaving(which signalled the end both for him and the Mets) the Dykstra trade, the Torborg years, Bobby Bo,Vince Coleman....right up to Alomar and the Mo(uhhh Vaughn that is). None of it really mattered much as I had been to the depths of hell only to rise to the mountaintop.Maybe that was the story of the whole franchise post Buckner.. I must admit though, Seventeen years later, I still think back on this game,this one moment and smile.
July 1, 2004
I watched this game at my Dad's house with him and my best friend: three HARDCORE Mets fans. I made the mistake of watching Game 5 at a bar, where there were Boston fans and Yankee fans making a lot of anti-Mets noise.
Like everyone else, we were shocked, depressed, and ready to hit the 'off' button on the TV the minute the Sox closed out the 10th inning. I kept saying 'it wasn't supposed to end this way!' and my Dad and best friend looked like their dog died.
After the second base hit, we perked up a bit, and my Dad got into one of his many (and statistically dubious) "lucky" Mets vantage points in his living room.
When the ball went through Buckner's legs, all three of us (combined weight est. to be 600+ lbs) were jumping up and down in a group hug. I had my hand on my Dad's heart and kept telling him to calm down because he was overweight. Of course he did not.
After a minute, I went and woke up my sister, who could not have cared less about the game, because I felt I HAD to explain what just happened to someone. She was bleary-eyed and feigned happiness...a real good sport.
Hate to commit this sacrilege, but I like Vin Scully's call of this moment better than The Murph's and I love The Murph.
Ahhhh, I bid $25,000 for a time machine that would let me be at the Big Shea for this game. I saw Game 1 and it was the dullest game ever!!!
August 13, 2004
Another memory of this game:
Remember that utlimate hot dog Dave Henderson catching out #2 in the 10th inning? He threw the ball back in and froze like a statue with a big smile on his face as if to say "this is it, boys."
I actually kind of like Hendu, but in that series, his act was a bit tiresome.
Someone made a great post earlier about Clemens and retribution - great point. I still feel he got off lightly with respect to the two Piazza incidents in 2000, but he will never escape the fact that he chickened out of game 6 when he could have nailed down the WS for Boston.
August 6, 2004
First of all, this site is very cool! I just purchased this game and am watching it right now. I recall my girlfriend and I were at a party. I kept checking on the game. With the game close late, she and I went to my house (okay, my mom's house) to watch the end. When we got down two outs and two strikes, I recall vividly sitting on the couch, with girlfriend at my side, not believing what I was seeing. I just remember silently urging each hitter to get something going. Then, one by one, they did. When the Mets won, I absolutely couldn't believe it!
The next night, my girlfriend and I watched the Mets win the World Series.
By the way, I married that girl and she's now disgusted at the fact that I collect and watch vintage games as a hobby! Oh well, love her anyway!
February 21, 2005
I can never forget. I was living in a co-op in Queens at the time. Resigned to the “wait until next year” refrain when suddenly Gary hit a single, then Mitchell, then Knight. . . then. . . Mookie’s at bat . . .
Vince Scully: “A little roller up along first . . . it’s behind the bag!! It gets through Buckner. . . here comes Knight and the Mets WIN IT!!!!”
The whole co-op building SHOOK violently!! I thought it would come down! I guess everyone was looking at the game at the same time.
I imagine the architects of the building said “This building’s solid – unless all of its occupants jump up and down simultaneously. But how likely is that?”
Little did they know!
I’ll never forget that thunderous vibration caused by hundreds of remote, ecstatic Mets’ fans basking in our dramatic and improbable comeback win! Somehow we knew it’d be our last of the century.
March 15, 2005
I was a Met fan going to college in Massachusetts at the time, so after the first two games I was getting razzed horribly. It calmed down after the Mets won the next two in Boston. My parents were up that night for parents weekend and I missed the start of the game for some stupid dinner dance but watched the rest in their hotel room. With two outs in the tenth I was thinking I'm never gonna hear the end of this. These Sox fans are gonna be so obnoxious, but then the comeback, proof there is a God. I have never nor will I ever leave a game early after seeing this.
November 11, 2006
Hands down, the greatest Mets game of all time. It started with Roger Clemens, the best pitcher in baseball, vs. Bob Ojeda. If Clemens won, the Sox had the series. Clemens is pitching great, has a 3-2 lead in the 7th, but for some reason, McNamara decides to take him out, and this is when we got our chance. The Mets rallied and tied it in the 8th. The T.V. screen showed Clemens' face in the dugout, which looked almost as if he had just been hit by a truck.
Then in the 10th, Dave Henderson, who had saved the Red Sox from defeat in the ALCS with a three-run bomb on the last strike against the Angels, hit a two-run bomb that seemed to end it for the Mets. Once again, it showed the Red Sox dugout and Clemens and the rest of the team was jumping up and down. In the bottom of the 10th, the first two outs were made and the champagne bottles were being wrapped in the Sox dugout.
No one could dream of what would happen next. Carter gets a base hit, Knight gets a base hit, Keith Mitchell brings in Carter with one strike left, and in comes Bob Stanley. Mookie Wilson stays alive, fouls em off, Stanley throws it to the backstop, and we all went crazy!!! And then... "A little roller up along first... BEHIND THE BAAAAAAAG! IT GETS THROUGH BUCKNER! KNIGHT SCORES AND THE METS WIN IT!!!" Utter chaos.
I always wondered what it was like on the other side, for all those Red Sox fans. And then I thought, nah!
November 11, 2006
My girlfriend and I were big Mets fans; we would always go to the city to catch the games on SportsChannel. The 86 World Series, my girlfriend's sister won tickets in an office pool (Mezzanine between 1st and home plate), she had no interest in going to the game, lucky us. What an atmosphere in the park had that night. The night starts off with Michael Sergio parachuting into Shea. The game looked hopeless for the Mets that night until something magical happened. The Metsies refused to die. Which old Brooklyn Dodger ghost lifted Buckner's glove that night to change the course of history? One of my future grandkids will someday be the lucky recipient of my game 6 ticket.
john t greenpoint
March 31, 2007
I will never forget this game for the rest of my life. Watching with my best friend John and his cousin Steven. I remember starting to cry when Keith Hernandez flied out, and thinking how could we have lost this World Series! Then my friend John's mother says it's not over yet and I just wanted to get up and scream at her to shut the **** up! But I didn't. 3 hits, a wild pitch and a dribbler up along first and John, Steven and myself fell over together on the couch. I was hysterical crying from so much emotion it was such a thrill to watch that game that night, that it really has no words to describe how I felt when Ray Knight scored that winning run. I can honestly say I know now why they are called the amazing Mets. What a game, what a World Series, what a year!
Bill From Hoboken
October 8, 2006
Besides all the obvious euphoria surrounding this game, I remember it was daylight savings time, clocks at 2 am moved back to 1 am. All us Mets fans got an extra hour on a Saturday night to celebrate the greatest "in game" comeback in World Series History! I think i'm still recovering!
March 31, 2007
I was only 4 years old when this game took place. Sometimes I regret being too young to enjoy this game "LIVE" but what are you going to do? When I first heard about the "Buckner Game" I was 14, it was incredible and simply amazin the way they came back on the Red Sox and the way the Mets were down to their last strike three times and the Red Sox couldn't shut the door. (Not even the 1998 Yankees can recover from that.) Now that I'm 24 years old I purchased the game and I'm watching it now. Every time I'm watching "Game 6" and I hear Vin Scully yell into eternity "BEHIND THE BAG IT GETS BY BUCKNER, HERE COMES KNIGHT AND THE METS WIN IT!!!! I get goosebumps and hoping that some day we can come back like that on the Yankees in a 7th game of a World Series.
October 6, 2006
This game...where to begin? Since the early 90's, when I got a new copy of the scorecard, (it was published in the 1987 SI baseball preview) it has hung on my wall, with one word written between the Mets and Red Sox's sections: BELIEVE. During the '86 series, I was a month shy of my 14th birthday, and a total baseball geek. The night of game 6 there was a school dance, but I didn't even consider going: the Mets needed this game. In hindsight, it was a hideous managing job by Johnson, mostly revolving around his handling of the shortstops (not letting Santana try to hit Clemens, messing with the bunt sign with HoJo, tossing Elster to the wolves), but blame was easily spread around here as McNamara was even more off his game than Davey. There was the irony, too, of one of the best relievers of the early 90's (the Mets would trade Aguilera just as he was showing talent as a reliever) getting torched for 2 runs.
I was still confident going to the bottom of the 10th, as we had Backman, Hernandez, and Carter coming up-You couldn't ask for much better. After the first two outs, I was on the verge of tears. We won 108 games, won a ton at home, and we were going to be skunked in the World Seies? It was impossible. I wanted to shut off the TV, but I just couldn't- I had to watch the bitter end. Then Carter, Mitchell and Knight all singled to start the impossible. Mookie's at-bat was one of the most amazing things I ever saw. Poor Buckner takes way too much flak when he should have been on the bench or in the hospital getting that ankle operated on. But the impossible happened, and we all could believe in things that seemed impossible.
March 31, 2007
I still can't believe it when I think of this game. It still seems like a dream.
April 19, 2007
I was a 14 year old, sitting in a couch at home watching the game on NBC, stunned with a Hendu 10th inning home run and another run coming, with the Mets down to 3 outs after the top of the 10th. I was praying and begging that the Mets, just once - just once more, would pull off a miracle like they did in the Game 6 of NLCS. And we all know what unravelled from there.
To this day, whether baseball game or not, I admit, like all millions of people, that this is one of the most incredible events that I have encountered in my life. When I am at against all odds and have to pull off something in real life, I always think back to THE GAME 6, and say to myself, "hey, the Mets pulled it off, why can't I ?". Well, THE GAME 6 does not happen to our lives every day, but this game really taught a 14 year old a very important lesson in life - don't give in as long as that chance, as miniscule as it may be, is still with you.
November 25, 2007
On the SNY special "Simply Amazin", they had footage of Bill Buckner saying that "It could come down to someone giving up the winning run by letting the by the way, I was watching all alone in my apartment since my mother had gone to bed and when the ball went through Buckner's legs; I screamed "YES" and my mother ran into the living room thinking that I was being attacked or something. For years afterward, I got to be friendly with a few Red Sox fans and I didn't even dare mention "Game 6" or "Buckner" which is like wishing a member of Jehovah Witness a "Merry Christmas." As a matter of fact, I was glad for the fact that the Red Sox won in 2004 and 2007.
June 9, 2008
I was in the Uecker seats somewhere along the first base side of the upper deck, one row from the back. I was actually mad when Carter got his hit after Wally and Keith flew out to start the bottom of the 10th. I felt like Carter was just prolonging my agony and there was no way we could win. I just wanted to go home and get a head start on a winter-long depression. The rest of this well documented ending is etched in my mind and will never be topped by any sporting event for the rest of my life. I'll never get over how much the upper deck shook that night. The ending was so frantic that I didn't see the ball go through Buckner's legs. All I knew was Knight scored and we all jumped and screamed as loud as we could. It took a while listening to Murph on the crappy AM radio I brought to figure out what had happened.
July 13, 2008
It's amazing that fans are still blogging about this historical game decades later! I'm a lifelong Mets fan (Brooklyn native born when the Dodgers won the '55 series). My former paralegal gave me (yes, for free) two lower level, third base line seats because she and her husband, who worked for Ticketron, were not New Yorkers or baseball fans. My wife and I went and it was a Miracle Game, to be sure. Unfortunately, my most striking memory of the event was that a bunch of business men who had a row of seats in front of me left the game in the 6th inning to grab dinner! I thought of all the loyal Mets fans, and baseball fans in general, who would have given their right arms for a chance to attend a NY-Boston World Series. Never forgot seeing a group of non-fans abandon one of the greatest games, in any sport, in history.
Raphael from Oneonta (somewhere Upstate)
July 16, 2008
I still get goose bumps thinking about it 22 years later.
December 6, 2010
On October 25th, 1986, I was a long way from Shea, but I was determined not to miss this game...despite the fact that I had to work until after it started, and the despite the fact I was working in Mexico at the time. I was working for a San Diego radio station whose on air studio was in Tijuana.
By the time I finished my shift, I knew I'd never make it across the border and take the trolley home in time to see the game...so I stopped into one of the numerous bars on Ave Revolution, that was jammed packed with Americans and Mexicans... all of whom seemed to be Met fans. It was so crowded, you couldn't even hear the audio on the one 19-inch screen above the bar, but you could tell whenever the Mets made a great play, whether you saw it or not, based on everyone's reaction. By the time Mookie Wilson was at bat in the 10th it was still noisy, but noticeably tense, and the whole place erupted on the wild pitch to tie, and exploded when the grounder dribbled thru Buckner's legs. My ears were ringing from the noise, and I expected the several TJ cops present to shoot their guns in the air...thank goodness, they didn't.
April 29, 2011
It still amazes me how Buckner has been vilified about this game over the years. THIS JUST IN: Buckner misplaying Mookie's grounder was irrelevant; even if he makes the play the game goes on. Stanley's wild pitch was a far bigger travesty; it tied the game and the Mets were off the hook when Mookie came to bat.
February 1, 2013
POP CULTURE MOMENT: In the 2011 Garry Marshall movie "New Year's Eve"; there is a scene where the Times Square Ball is darkened by a power glitch and the VP of the Times Square group (played by Oscar winner Hillary Swank) has to get it fixed in time for midnight. In a brief scene, the President of the TS group (played by an uncredited and also a big Mets fan Matthew Broderick) reminds Swank about Bill Buckner's error and how he tells her no one remembers who else was on the field at that moment. NEWSFLASH TO FERRIS BUELLER: Mookie hit the ball, Ray Knight scored the winning run, Bob Stanley threw the pitch (although Calvin Schraldi got the loss) and the rest is history!!