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I'm a New York girl and proud of it, and the Marlins are not my team. I have nothing against the Yanks. But, you know, I get so bored with them winning all the time. I'm glad to see the Marlins take this one. Pudge Rodriguez is way too cute. I just have to smile along with them.

I don't follow any other sport aside from baseball, so I don't know if this is so for other sports, but this game is really never over until that last out. You have to understand that until then, anything is possible. This fact was witnessed stunningly (more stunningly than I can ever remember,) on Oct. 25th, 1986.

As I'm sure everyone knows, '86 was the last time the Mets won the world series. This was the year that I had the baseball autographed by everyone on the team, all the banners all over my bedroom, the newspaper clippings taped to my walls, and a hand-drawn heart with the names of each player in it. I also had this little crystal owl in my Western bedroom window, and it would throw rainbows all over the room, but at sunset, the rainbows would cross each name on the piece of paper. That was my Mets good luck charm. I was quite the fan. :)

Game 6 was on Oct 25th that night, and the Mets were down by two runs in the tenth inning. The tenth. A girl I used to hang around with in school (her name was Tina and she was the most disgusting tramp you could imagine; she later went on to sabotage my chance at dating the one guy in HS that I really liked, but anyway) was at my house, and earlier in the day we had been arguing over the name of those utensils they used to give you in the cafeteria. I said they were sporks, but she would insist that they were foons. When it started to look really bad for the Mets in game six, she said that if the Mets won, she would concede and admit that they were sporks; but she knew there was no chance. Well, I was this idealistic 14 year old (had only just turned 14, of course,) and I told her that it wasn't over until it was over.

So, the Red Sox are leading by two, and it's two outs and Mookie Wilson is at bat, and he's two strikes down. Two strikes! One strike away from the end of the series.

I so clearly remember Tina sitting in the hanging wicker chair that was in my parents' dining room at the time (it's the same chair that's in my living room now; my brother gave it to me ages ago,) and she was sulking because baseball was stupid, it was just a bunch of guys running around on a field and it was boring because none of them were even hot, and when were we going to do something else, and she couldn't wait for it to be over and this stupid sucky team to just lose because she wanted to go and listen to music, because at least rock stars were hot (somewhere in the back of my mind I was thinking that I wished she wasn't there--her idea of talking about bands was telling me who she thought was hot and who made her want to play with herself,) and when would this stupid game be over, and didn't two outs, two strikes mean that it was finally over and we could go and talk about rock stars now???????//// Wah!

And as everyone knows, Mookie Wilson hit that routine grounder to first base; the ball skipped between Bill Buckner's legs (and to this day I still feel terrible for Bill Buckner,) and the Mets scored and went on to win ame six. I remember that when that happened, I threw myself against the dining room wall at my parent's house, repeatedly, yelling "SPORK! SPORK! SPORK!" and just laughing my fool head off. My Mom was cheering and my Dad was yelling, "I DON'T BELIEVE IT! I DON'T BELIEVE IT!"

The Mets, of course, went on to win game seven, and it's this image that will always be with me when I think of the Mets, followed closely by this one. *sigh* I wish they would win again. ^_^

FTR, I have never been to see a major league baseball game; I've only ever seen them on TV. The good seats being as expensive as they are, it's probably better to just watch in on TV. It's a pain going into the city, anyway. ^_^

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I'm a New York girl and proud of it, and the Marlins are not my team. I have nothing against the Yanks. But, you know, I get so bored with them winning all the time. I'm glad to see the Marlins take this one. Pudge Rodriguez is way too cute. I just have to smile along with them.

I don't follow any other sport aside from baseball, so I don't know if this is so for other sports, but this game is really never over until that last out. You have to understand that until then, anything is possible. This fact was witnessed stunningly (more stunningly than I can ever remember,) on Oct. 25th, 1986.

As I'm sure everyone knows, '86 was the last time the Mets won the world series. This was the year that I had the baseball autographed by everyone on the team, all the banners all over my bedroom, the newspaper clippings taped to my walls, and a hand-drawn heart with the names of each player in it. I also had this little crystal owl in my Western bedroom window, and it would throw rainbows all over the room, but at sunset, the rainbows would cross each name on the piece of paper. That was my Mets good luck charm. I was quite the fan. :)

Game 6 was on Oct 25th that night, and the Mets were down by two runs in the tenth inning. The tenth. A girl I used to hang around with in school (her name was Tina and she was the most disgusting tramp you could imagine; she later went on to sabotage my chance at dating the one guy in HS that I really liked, but anyway) was at my house, and earlier in the day we had been arguing over the name of those utensils they used to give you in the cafeteria. I said they were sporks, but she would insist that they were foons. When it started to look really bad for the Mets in game six, she said that if the Mets won, she would concede and admit that they were sporks; but she knew there was no chance. Well, I was this idealistic 14 year old (had only just turned 14, of course,) and I told her that it wasn't over until it was over.

So, the Red Sox are leading by two, and it's two outs and Mookie Wilson is at bat, and he's two strikes down. Two strikes! One strike away from the end of the series.

I so clearly remember Tina sitting in the hanging wicker chair that was in my parents' dining room at the time (it's the same chair that's in my living room now; my brother gave it to me ages ago,) and she was sulking because baseball was stupid, it was just a bunch of guys running around on a field and it was boring because none of them were even hot, and when were we going to do something else, and she couldn't wait for it to be over and this stupid sucky team to just lose because she wanted to go and listen to music, because at least rock stars were hot (somewhere in the back of my mind I was thinking that I wished she wasn't there--her idea of talking about bands was telling me who she thought was hot and who made her want to play with herself,) and when would this stupid game be over, and didn't two outs, two strikes mean that it was finally over and we could go and talk about rock stars now???????//// Wah!

And as everyone knows, Mookie Wilson hit that routine grounder to first base; the ball skipped between Bill Buckner's legs (and to this day I still feel terrible for Bill Buckner,) and the Mets scored and went on to win ame six. I remember that when that happened, I threw myself against the dining room wall at my parent's house, repeatedly, yelling "SPORK! SPORK! SPORK!" and just laughing my fool head off. My Mom was cheering and my Dad was yelling, "I DON'T BELIEVE IT! I DON'T BELIEVE IT!"

The Mets, of course, went on to win game seven, and it's this image that will always be with me when I think of the Mets, followed closely by this one. *sigh* I wish they would win again. ^_^

FTR, I have never been to see a major league baseball game; I've only ever seen them on TV. The good seats being as expensive as they are, it's probably better to just watch in on TV. It's a pain going into the city, anyway. ^_^