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Greg Prince discovered the Mets when he was 6, during the magical summer of 1969. He is a Long Island-based writer, editor and communications consultant. Contact him here.

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Barely Legal

On October 25, our friend and blolleague Dana Brand noted babies born the night of the Mookie-Buckner play for the ages were turning 21, old enough to order themselves a drink. In that beer, wine or spirit, Saturday the 27th marked the 21st birthday of the 1986 world championship. I would have thought its parents would have given it a younger sibling in one of the years that followed, but I guess 1986 remains an only — or should we say exceptional — child of the ’80s.

Here’s to you, October 27, 1986. A better last Monday in October we will never know.

4 comments to Barely Legal

  • Anonymous

    10/27 is also the great Ralph Kiner's birthday. And far less significantly, mine. And my 20th was by far the best birthday one could possibly hope for.

  • Anonymous

    Well, if you think about children conceived the night of October 25 ot October 27, they are still waiting to legally drink :-)
    If you read Bad Guys Won, Bud Harrelson's son was conceived the night after Lenny Dykstra hit his walk off against the Astros in the NLCS. He said Lenny got him in the “mood” LOL

  • Anonymous

    Happy belated b'day, Sky. As happy as it could be when it's not your 20th.

  • Anonymous

    Speaking of The Bad Guys Won, Harrelson, and Game 6: my favorite exchange from the book was between Seaver and Harrelson in the bottom of the 10th. Keith flys out, 2 away, and from the Red Sox dugout a smiling Seaver signals to Harrelson, “call me”. 3 hits, one passed ball, and one E3 later, Bud turned to Tom and signaled, “no, you call me.