Ah, the other side…
It’s much different for my friends in New York, of course. What happened in the World Series Game 6 between the Red Sox and the Mets is a warm memory. If you’re a Mets fan, it’s an indelible, almost sepia-toned joy, like a wedding, a Springsteen show, or that time that cab got you to JFK in nine minutes.
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“After the game I wondered if the Red Sox were cursed for real,” Sean says, “which was a pretty crazy thing for a secular kid to do. But there seemed to be no rational explanation.”
I love the Springsteen show reference.
One more takeaway – 25 years ago tomorrow there were more frontrunners in New York City than you’ve ever seen. All 2 million borderline fans weren’t thinking about the Bronx.