Michele at A Small Victory shares a very nice story about the summer of 1986, when she worked for the New York Yankees.

I’ve never been a huge baseball fan, and my attitude toward the sport now is complete apathy. Still, there’s a part of me that doesn’t remember the year 1986 fondly for the sport of baseball, as it’s the only time that I got to see “my” team, the New York Mets, win the Series. (They won in the late sixties, too, as I recall (1969?), but I wasn’t quite around to see that one.)

(And, yes, this post is an indicator that my writer’s block is still around.)