Dwight Gooden’s new addiction memoir, Doc, begins in medias res, the morning after the Mets’ game-seven World Series victory over the Boston Red Sox in 1986. It was the team’s first championship in 17 years—and to this day, its last.
But instead of celebrating, the then-21-year-old wunderkind from Tampa, Fla., could be found sad and alone in his bed in Roslyn, Long Island, debilitated from a nasty coke-and-booze hangover, his eyes puffy from a recent bout of crying. The Mets’ star pitcher had no choice but to watch his team’s victory parade on television as it eased its way through the Canyon of Heroes.
“That’s when I knew that my addiction to drugs and alcohol had taken control and I was powerless to this disease,” Mr. Gooden, 48, said last Wednesday at Bryant Park’s open-air writers’ series, Word for Word. Before a crowd of Yankees and Mets fans, Mr. Gooden was there to discuss his tell-all book along with his co-writer, Ellis Henican, an author and journalist.
The Eight-Day Week
The home run—it’s the most exciting moment in sports, as the ball sails over the fence, the crowd erupts and the batter stares, briefly admiring his handiwork, before taking professional athletics’ only built-in victory lap.
That’s where my website, Tater Trot Tracker, comes in. Started in 2010, the Tracker catalogs the amount of Read More
It’s All-Star Week in New York, and who better to tell the story than five-time All Star and leader of one of the best Mets teams ever—Keith Hernandez? This will be a special week for baseball fans in the big city, and The Observer is delighted that Mr. Hernandez is sharing some of his favorite Read More
I’m springing for $319 tickets to the All-Star Game at Citi Field.
It brings to mind my days as a sportswriter at The New York Times. One day I opened my mail, and there, unsolicited, were Knicks and Rangers season tickets. I also had season tickets for the Jets. I had a pass that let Read More