OPINION: BC Football May Be Ranked, But They’ll Never Be Better Than The 1986 New York Mets
By Michael Prisciantelli (Class of 1982)
Superfans of all shapes, sizes, and median annual incomes were given reason to rejoice this weekend as Boston College was ranked one of the nation’s top 25 college football teams for the first time since 2008. After 10 long years, the Eagles will finally reclaim the honor of putting a little number before their name and watching the unranked teams cry bitter tears of inadequacy. What’s more, the team’s current ranking at No. 23 places Boston College ahead of BYU and Michigan State, reaffirming BC’s dominance over both Mormons and Midwesterners.
I’m happy. You’re happy. Daz and Jarmond must be ecstatic. However, it’s time we all face the facts: Yes, Boston College may be ranked, but they’ll never come close to usurping my beloved 1986 New York Mets.
Sure, AJ Dillon is a pretty great athlete, and Anthony Brown has talent to boot. But when all is said and done, you think either of them could take on the Sox like Darling and Strawberry did? You think they could make that Hernandez play? No. Of course not. Because they don’t know the meaning of grit.
Go ahead, tell me more about BC’s stats. Big whoop. Number one nationally in team passing efficiency and red zone offense? Golly jeez!
Please, spare me the bullshit about how “they’re not professional baseball players.” Back in ‘86, anybody, anybody — whether man, woman, or tuberculoid orphan — with a bat, a ball, and a bucket of chewing tobacco could play like the ‘86 Mets if they had the right attitude. That was back when courage still mattered, when a premium was placed on pride. That was when Koch was king, when people still called fighting spirit “murder” and made New York the world capital of it.
I want to see the Boston College Eagles do what my 1986 New York Mets did. I want to see them take a rocky start and come out on the other side with two championship titles and a slew of positive drug tests. I want them to do cocaine not for the high, but for cocaine’s own sake. Because that’s what it means to care about something. That’s what it means to struggle.
At the very least, I’d like to see them try.