My worst personal sports memory not involving me competing.
It was October 25th 1986. I was a freshman in college down in North Carolina, but was home on a fall semester break. My parents were away on a business trip, due home the next morning (the same morning I was due to go back to school) and I decided to have a few friends over to watch the World Series.
A few friends over while my parents were away......oh my.
All I can say is, the house was a disaster area, wall to wall kids, beer everywhere (I am cringing) and the Sox on the verge of winning it all and my parents' house on the verge of being totally destroyed. (You may not realize this, but kids really don't have much concern about the condition of another person's home when the they are partying) It was a total f'n nightmare.
And then.........then Calvin Schrialdi and Bob Stanley both imploded leading to Buckner's error. Stunned silence. Within ten minutes the house was empty, a pig sty, but empty. It was as if a category 5 hurricane just miraculously evaporated. For the next 7 hours me and three friends cleaned and cleaned and cleaned......and when we were done the house looked.........horrible, but it was standing.
So the moment that still pains many of us, pains me as well, but had it not happened....well, lets just not go there, it only happened 22 years ago, the wounds are still fresh.