Everybody has their horror stories; that's what being a fan is all about. Mine is 1988 playoffs Mets v. Dodgers, game 4: Mike bleepin' Scoscia. Couldn't sleep that whole tonight. In the sixth or seventh inning, when they were up 4-2, they had Carter on third and nobody out. Couldn't get him in. If they score, they probably would have won the game and gone up in 3-1. But they didn't and promptly lost game 5. The rest is bad history