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I'll never forget the night I was in a bar watching the 6th game of the 1986 World Series. Just one more strike and these two old ladies were hugging, saying that after all these years, they were finally going to see the Sox win. I'm trying to pull them apart, telling them it's not over. This thread reminds me of that.
Great analogy. I was working as a bartender at a popular New Haven nightspot in October 1986. My friend and co-worker was (and still is) a diehard Red Sox fan. Before that fateful last half inning, he put a bottle of champagne on ice for his celebration of a lifetime. Then he put it back because he "didn't want to jinx it." Should have kept it on ice. Once the ball went through Buckner's legs, he went upstairs to sit in the bar office in the dark. I worked the rest of the night until closing by myself.
As a Yankee fan, I did not feel his pain that night. I will if we miss out this time around.