More from Mark Simon – a nice piece with some “where were you” recaps. Mine you probably know if you’ve watched How I Met The Mets.
Shannon Shark, Metspolice
My friend Jim and I used to call each other the second the other guy’s team was eliminated. Islanders/Rangers or Mets/Yankees.
I watched the first 9.5 innings in the living room with my dad, and then went into my bedroom to be depressed and wait for the call. It never came.
The next day Jim told me he had my phone number dialed except for the last digit.
I was a young teenager and watching the game in our family’s living room. My father being an immigrant to the US didn’t really follow baseball, he had fallen asleep, mom, was asleep, my younger had also fallen asleep on the couch, me still up – I wouldn’t shut off the TV. I still recall the sheer joy of the improbable comeback. What transpired in those minutes were forever etched in my mind.
I was watching at a friend’s apartment, a Yankee fan. Hernandez flied out for the second out in the 10th. This could not be happening. My friend looked at me and said, “I really feel sorry for you,” genuinely, knowing how much it was killing me. I remember going to stand in his kitchen because I couldn’t watch Carter if he made the last out. But I came back in, saw the single and did not move, arms folded tight across my chest, from that spot until Knight crossed the plate when I leapt, rabid and screaming, fists raised at the TV, oblivious to any neighbors. One of the most unforgettable and unbelievable things I’ve ever seen.