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.
Don’t remember...did Knight score all the way from first on Buckner’s error?