Forget Friends! This Is War — This Is The World Series!

Forget Friends! This Is War — This Is The World Series!

BOSTON — Forget what they say about old friends. Bobby Ojeda was looking to leave the Red Sox in the dirt and the Sox were hoping to paste his pitches and his face to the left field wall. Oh, he got along OK with everybody here during his eight years in the Boston organization. But this is the World Series, Ojeda is now a Met, and that means to hell with you these days in bean town.
“To hell with whom?” he seemed to say from the Fenway mound Tuesday night, where his Mets finally won a World Series Game, 7-1, to close Boston’s lead to 2-1. “What did you say?”

Forget Friends! This Is War — This Is The World Series!

GOING TO PLATE DRIVES AL PITCHERS BATTY

NEW YORK — Roger Clemens stood along the edge of the field, without a glove, without a ball. He was due to pitch in two hours. He carried a bat.A bat?He did not swing it. He did not rest it on his shoulder. He carried it grudgingly, the way you carry an umbrella...
Forget Friends! This Is War — This Is The World Series!

Fall Classic Makes Pickin’ Far From Easy

There are hot dogs and caps and pennants all around me. On the bed is a notebook full of box scores. Over here are the batting averages, and here are the lefty-right tendencies, and Sparky Anderson’s predictions, I left them around here somewhere. . . .

“Ahem,” says a distant voice.

Ahem?

“Football,” it says.

Football? Yeah, sure. That’s a good one. It’s World Series time. Where did I put those pitching charts? Dwight Gooden’s book. Keith Hernandez’s book. Darryl Strawberry’s book. Does he have a book? Every Met has a book, doesn’t he? I think —

Forget Friends! This Is War — This Is The World Series!

Nothing Simple In The The Series

NEW YORK — It was the simplest of plays, the simplest of errors. Tim Teufel did not get his glove down far enough on Rich Gedman’s ground ball and it went between his legs and into right field. And Jim Rice headed home from second base with the first run of Saturday night’s game, the only run of the game, the run that would decide who took the lead in this 1986 World Series. An unearned run. An error on the second baseman. Red Sox win, 1-0. Mets lose.

The simplest of plays.

Forget Friends! This Is War — This Is The World Series!

THIS ONE WAS FAR FROM CLASSIC

NEW YORK — Here are a few baseball basics. When you pitch, try to throw to the catcher’s glove. If you don’t, the results could be bad.And when you field a ground ball, put your glove all the way down, or else the ball may go between your legs. And...
Boyd Proved To Boston He Was The Can Who Could

Boyd Proved To Boston He Was The Can Who Could

BOSTON — One game for the pennant now. One game left. One more chance for the Boston Red Sox, who, when they needed their steadiest pitching performance of the year, went to their unsteadiest pitcher. Naturally. And true to form in this wacko American League Championship Series, he delivered. Naturally.

“Did you hear them yelling OIL CAN! OIL CAN!” someone asked Dennis (Oil Can) Boyd, after his team stuffed California, 10-4, behind seven strong innings of his pitching, to force Game 7 of this American League Championship Series.