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. Read More