They year was 1986. The place? Saratoga Springs, New York, on the sprawling grounds of my alma mater, Skidmore College. The school, made up of 33% New York residents, 33% Massachusetts residents, and 33% "other" (but mostly Connecticut), was transfixed by the World Series. Being a Bostonian, everyone assumed I loved the Red Sox (I don't), so I was pulled away from my bacchanlia...I mean studying...for the ritual of the New York Mets vs. the Boston Red Sox.
It should be noted that my only fascination with baseball at that time was at the Commons of the campus, where I could be found pumping ill-begotten quarters into one of the 4 videogames on campus: RBI Baseball. Comical, fun, and fascinating, this game held my attention for reasons that, to this day, I cannot understand.
In any case, just about every baseball, Red Sox, Mets, or casual sports fan knows the story of Game 6 of the 1986 World Series. But this man has combined the agony of being a Bostonian in New York in 1986 with the only release I had at the time: he has re-enacted the last innings of Game 6 with the help of RBI Baseball.
I have now seen too much.
It should be noted that my only fascination with baseball at that time was at the Commons of the campus, where I could be found pumping ill-begotten quarters into one of the 4 videogames on campus: RBI Baseball. Comical, fun, and fascinating, this game held my attention for reasons that, to this day, I cannot understand.
In any case, just about every baseball, Red Sox, Mets, or casual sports fan knows the story of Game 6 of the 1986 World Series. But this man has combined the agony of being a Bostonian in New York in 1986 with the only release I had at the time: he has re-enacted the last innings of Game 6 with the help of RBI Baseball.
I have now seen too much.
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