Carter and Bobby Ojeda were my two favorites in that 1986 series. Such a loss.
The KID was a member of the Montreal Expos before joining the NY Mets. We love ya Kid —RIP.
In 1986 I was in my future in-law’s living room watching game six with a whole bunch of fellow Met fans. When there were two out I crouched next to the TV so I could turn it off and not have to watch the Red Sox celebrate.
Then Gary got a hit and I took a step back. Then Kevin Mitchell and I took another step away. Then Ray Knight and I sat down. Then Mookie and history.
That was one of the great moments of unrestrained joy I’ve ever had and without Gary Carter it never happens.
Pic saved...thanks, FRiend.
Well -- almost everything. There was this one guy who just stood out as a class act, an all-time baseball great, and a bundle of energy who stood for everything a sports fan would want to see in his team: enthusiasm and a hard-nosed, never-say-die competitive spirit.
Where have you gone, Gary Carter? A nation turns its lonely eyes to you.
although I am Yankees fan, the 1986 mets are LEGEND!