A strange thing happened on the way to growing up. And it happened on October 25, 1986.
It may not have been my first real heartbreak but it sure as hell stung like it.
But we have to go farther back than that to understand how truly deep the wound cut.
I was born in New York City in 1968. Like any self-respecting New Yorker, I became a baseball fan at a very early age. I started collecting baseball cards in 1975. And the team I chose to follow was the New York Mets.
Most everyone in my family was a Mets fan, my uncle, my mother, my grandmother so it only made sense that I too became a Mets fan.
Those Mets weren’t horrible. They weren’t great but they weren’t horrible. They had great personalities and great names: Jerry Grote, Ed Kranepool, Jerry Koosman, Rusty Staub, Dave Kingman, Cleon Jones, John Milner, Felix Millan, Jon Matlack and of course, Tom Terrific.
It was an easy team to root for.
Heck, I rooted for the Mets for much of my childhood.
We’ve discussed how a move to Providence, Rhode Island and many trips to Fenway Park in the late 1970s back when the Red Sox were legendary, changed my rooting interests to a Boston team, something very few New Yorkers could pull off or even admit. But we were mobile, hopping from school to school and city to city wherever my mother could find work. The Red Sox quickly supplanted my love for the Mets. They were my American League team while the Mets remained my National League team.
I loved them both… until 1986. That’s when they met in the World Series. I had to choose a side.
I chose the Red Sox. I chose wrong.
We don’t have to go into the gory details of what happened in that World Series. It’s nauseating to recall. Even with the redemptive World Series of both 2004 and 2007, 1986 left a scar that would heal but leave an indelible mark and a lasting resentment for my first baseball love.
I watched this most recent World Series between the Mets and the Kansas City Royals. Even after all that had surpassed, the water under the proverbial bridge, I couldn’t bring myself to root for the Mets. This was the very first team I ever rooted for. But I just couldn’t. The Buckner-Schiraldi-Ray Knight-Mookie Wilson-Gary Carter wound ran that deep.
This Mets team had nothing at all in common with the 1986 team other than the uniforms they wore. They don’t even play in the same stadium anymore, Shea Stadium reduced to a parking lot. Heck, most of the players on this roster weren’t even born in 1986. But the losses in Game Six and ultimately Game Seven of that series were so painful, the hatred burns to this day.
My mother was a news reporter. Television was prominent in our household. One of our favorite shows growing up was The Mary Tyler Moore Show. She was hysterical as was the entire ensemble cast.
Moore later went to star in Ordinary People, a part for which she was nominated for an Academy Award. Her role as the mother who couldn’t get close to her younger son after the loss of her older one was so convincing, so despicable and so detached that Mary Tyler Moore ruined me on Mary Tyler Moore forever, to the point where I can still barely stand to look at her.
The 1986 Mets did the same exact thing.
If you’ve ever experienced heartbreak as a sports fan, and you can’t call yourself a sports fan if you haven’t, then you know exactly what I’m talking about.
It’s probably long past time I forgive and forget, and not take joy in these Mets losing the World Series the way they did.
Nah, fuck that. And again, if you’re a sports fan, you totally understand.
Bats went silent with the Mets , arms were never really strong enough. Now during the off-season the organization will likely lose several of their free agents because the Mets are not willing to pay what’s deemed market value.
WOW. A heartfelt & compelling post SC. Excellent writing . You had me at “heartbreak.”
The Royals were relentless, Al.
And they acted like they had been there before, which they had, including their manager.
The Mets just fell apart.
It’s not for you to apologize.
That’s Calvin Schiraldi’s job.
Humpty Dumpty best sums up the Mets. The bad part about this all , will be , several of the players on both rosters who will become free agents , will move on elsewhere.
Baseball needs to get its financial house in some sort of order, with a hard salary cap and not this continued idiocy which now exists.
I’ve seen teams/individuals while in the spotlight that have literally ‘gagged’. The 2 latest were Serena freezing versus Vinci and now the NY Mets. The infield played like Casey’s Mets of 1962. Instead of Elio Chacon/Hunt/Kranepool you have Murphy along with Wright and Duda. Shame on the Dodgers for letting this team beat them. Oh, Murphy’s early success?…………Mattingly or Honeycutt didn’t have the balls to knock him off of the plate a few times.
What did the New York Mets ever do to you? Oh, THAT. Well now we all know and hopefully many dollars will now be saved on therapy sessions rendered unnecessary per this post. Go Bolts!
I too am a NY native. Also growing up with an entire family of Mets fans. Even have a couple of cousins who attended the series last week. Since moving away from NY, we hardly even get to see Mets games, but they show the Yankees! I REFUSE to watch the YANKEES! I can relate to trauma, but it was because of nasty kids, from my neighborhood. Needless to say, I remain a fan of what I was raised to be, A MET fan, A JETS fan…I do sneak in liking the Giants, don’t tell my brother!
My dad died today so I’ll take solace in the fact that his last sports watching was UA vs TAMU. Hope UA and UF meet in ATL
With Steinbrenner gone, Al, perhaps a salary cap in Major League Baseball is possible.
I’m not too sure though. I think we still have too many entrenched interests that would prefer to keep the system the status quo.
Besides, it’s not like the huge payrolls are running away with things. The Royals and Mets weren’t even in the Top 10.
Mattingly paid the price for that, Bets.
And whatever happened to Yasiel Puig? Was he hurt? Did he play? I thought this guy might dominate and I heard nothing.
I wouldn’t compare the Mets losing to KC to Serena and the Italian chick. These teams were relatively matched, if not the Royals favored, headed into the series. Nobody gave Vinci a shot.
Again, Burnsy, that’s why SportsChump exists.
Yeah, that was one brutal loss for a fan who was just entrenched in the Sox and had been for years.
Ask any Sox fan that sat through that. If they have a nervous tic when they answer you, try not to notice.
I figured you couldn’t possibly root for the Yankees.
After all, you have a soul.
Incredibly sorry for your loss, man.
Take your time to grieve and celebrate his life and his memory that will live on forever.
Life is short. It’s so important for us to not waste a single moment by not appreciating it.