Wake up Willie! It's time to coach.
The Mets are falling… the Mets are falling. And nothing delights a Red Sox fan more than that.
I was 11 when it happened. It was game six of the '86 World Series and we were one out away from grabbing our first World Series since 1918. And then it happened. What happened you might ask?
In a word -- Buckner. I almost got sick just typing the name.
A simple grounder to first and the series was ours. The curse would be lifted! And Buckner lets the ball slide under his glove and into right field. The next thing you know the team's headed home without the title.
Now is the time for our revenge.
With 17 games to go in the season, the Mets held a seven game lead and looked ready to cruise into the playoffs. Fast-forward to Thursday night. Win a Mets loss and a Phillies win; the two are knotted atop the NL East. Along the way the Mets have dropped 10 of its last 14 games and Willie Randolph is left trying to explain his teams unexpected slide.
On the other hand, the Red Sox are two games up on the Yankees in the AL East and with either two more wins or two Yankees losses, the Sox will clinch the AL East for the first time since 1995.
I have forgiven Bill Buckner for the heartache that he has inflicted on the legions of Red Sox fan over the years and I hope that he has been able to move on and live a happy life. Basically, I hope he has had a good life. Buckner does not haunt my dreams anymore.
Psst… my therapist made me write that last part!