We continue our series on Game 6 of the 1986 World Series, with guest writer Barry Federovitch, a sportswriter and copy editor for the Trenton Times, sharing his thoughts on where he was the evening of October 25.
As Oct. 25 turned to Oct. 26 in 1986, I was sitting in my parents' living room in Howell, New Jersey, alone. They were both asleep.
I had just broken up with a girlfriend I deeply loved and was in a distracted depressed state anyway. When it got to two outs, nobody on for the Mets in the bottom of the 10th inning, I bitterly muttered to the television set ''I've had a crappy year, why should it be any different for them.''
At that moment, Gary Carter singled. When Kevin Mitchell came to bat, I began pacing back and forth between the living room and kitchen. When Ray Knight got two strikes, I put my hands over my face like I was watching a horror movie. At the instant the ball got away from Gedman, I closed my eyes and at first didn't know what happened. It was like time froze.
Once the game was tied, I knew they'd win the game and the series. The similarity between that situation and how the Angels let the Red Sox off the hook in the ALCS hit me immediately. But when Mookie hit the ball between Buckner's legs I began screaming.
My parents weren't happy I woke them up, but I felt like it was a truly miraculous moment. It was an epiphany. From that moment on in life, I believe in any good possibility in life.
As Oct. 25 turned to Oct. 26 in 1986, I was sitting in my parents' living room in Howell, New Jersey, alone. They were both asleep.
I had just broken up with a girlfriend I deeply loved and was in a distracted depressed state anyway. When it got to two outs, nobody on for the Mets in the bottom of the 10th inning, I bitterly muttered to the television set ''I've had a crappy year, why should it be any different for them.''
At that moment, Gary Carter singled. When Kevin Mitchell came to bat, I began pacing back and forth between the living room and kitchen. When Ray Knight got two strikes, I put my hands over my face like I was watching a horror movie. At the instant the ball got away from Gedman, I closed my eyes and at first didn't know what happened. It was like time froze.
Once the game was tied, I knew they'd win the game and the series. The similarity between that situation and how the Angels let the Red Sox off the hook in the ALCS hit me immediately. But when Mookie hit the ball between Buckner's legs I began screaming.
My parents weren't happy I woke them up, but I felt like it was a truly miraculous moment. It was an epiphany. From that moment on in life, I believe in any good possibility in life.
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