Today marks the 35th anniversary of the great blackout of 1977.
BTW Jerry Koosman had 11 strikeouts when the lights went out.
I was 9 years old and had been sent to bed. We lived on the Grand Central Parkway, and the highway lights usually illuminated my bedroom. Suddenly it got real dark in my room.
My dad was on the subway coming home. Fortunately he was in a station when the power went out so he didn't stuck. We had to drive and get both him and my grandmother. When we got home, we listened to reports about the looting and fires, and could hear sirens all over Queens. The next morning, we drove around Queens, including over in Corona near Shea. My memories of some neighborhoods on July 14, 1977 are not much different than the images you see of downtown Baghdad these days.
What do you remember of the blackout?
We first posted on the 30th anniversary, and we got some great comments over the years. Here are some:
The blackout was one of the best things that
happened to the Mets that summer...it came a month after they traded
Seaver and Kingman, and the downward spiral was under way. At least
they didn't lose when the lights went out.
Shea in the late 70s was about as depressing a place as there
is....some nights they completely closed off the upper deck for lack of
fans. What made it worse was that the Yanks were kickin' ass back then.
This was my second NY blackout - the first was in '65. This time,
the city went nuts in an orgy of looting and burning. I had just gotten
out of the subway at Main Street Flushing and was in the process of
ordering a slice of pizza when the power went off. I just walked home,
without my pizza.
STANLEY - Was at Shea Stadium that evening----I saved my parking stub ($2.00) in
those days but forgot why I saved it. Computers r great for things we
RICH - I was in the second row (along the first-base line) for this game. Some
of the players brought their cars onto the field through the entrance in
center field so the headlights could light the field. Filing out of the
stadium in the pitch black was weird, but weirder was driving all the
way back to Staten Island with the entire city in darkness. We were at
this particular game because my brother was a Bobby Murcer fan, and
Murcer was on the Cubs that season.
STU - 35 years ago tonight. I was first row, field box, right field corner.
Bobby murcer signed autographs all the way from the corner down toward
the dugout. Players car headlights illuminated the field and they took
phantom infield practice to keep us entertained.