Not Good Enough
Phenomenal. Out of this world. Amazing.
All of those words — and many more just like them — describe what it was like to watch the 20-year old right hander of the New York Mets twenty years ago last summer. The summer when the world stood still every five days as “the next big thing” took the mound and menaced, baffled and downright befuddled National League hitters.
Fastball.
Curveball.
Changeup (had to give them a waste pitch).
Curve.
Back to the dugout. That’s how it seemed during one of the most magical baseball summers ever witnessed, one of the best New York and all of baseball will ever see.
That, of course, was the summer of 1985. The phenom? Dwight Eugene Gooden.
