Reply #52: During the 1986 New York Mets-Boston Red Sox World Series

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I fought back tears as I got up to change the channel before the Mets made the out which would end the final game. Then that fateful ground ball got through Bill Buckner's legs, and the winning runs scored. I didn't move a muscle: with my back still bent and my hand reaching for the TV knob, I thought, "This is terrible--I wanted the Mets to win so badly, I'm hallucinating." It wasn't until the third time they ran the replay that I felt safe jumping up and down! Well, that's the exact same feeling I had on Iowa night.

My prediction had been along the lines of Hillary 35, Obama 32, Edwards 30. As luck would have it, I couldn't watch all the coverage due to a last-minute issue I had to deal with. The first time I tuned in, 25% of the precincts were in, and it was an even three-way split. "Told you so," I thought smugly, "NOBODY is going to run away with this."

The second time I tuned in, there was a big 38 on the screen. "Hillary got THAT much?" I thought. It took a few seconds for my mind to process it, but I was so expecting to see Hillary's name and pic next to that 38 it took a couple of second to realize they were Obama's! I was shocked--SHOCKED, but there was more to come. I looked down to the pic and name below Obama's...and THEY weren't Hillary's, either! I couldn't believe it, but I absolutely loved the prospect of the MSM and pollsters trying to explain it all to us.

I swore off polls immediately, and it paid off immediately. I ignored all the hype about Hillary being dead and Obama winning by nearly ten in NH, so the results were less of a shock. But I'll definitely have another "Mets '68 moment" it the NH recount makes Obama the winner!

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