The Fall of 1986 was, easily, the worst sports related time of my life. I was 15, so, thsi was close to the height of my sports dork-dom. So, what could be more fun for a Yankees fan than having the Mets take on the Sox in the World Series. I had no idea what to do, where to go, how to react, etc. You know how when you have no rooting interest in a game, then you sit down to watch it and you eventually realize who you're rooting for? That never really happened in 1986. The only joy I got was having one team think they were about to win, only to lose.