I can't bELieve it's the 15th Anniversary tonight of one or two of the GREATEST Home Runs in Yankees History. It was game 4 of the 2001 World Series Between the Yankees and Arizona Diamondbacks in a SUPERCHARGED EMOTIONAL Yankees Stadium. I was there in the centerfield bleachers with my Dad RIP.
(It may also have been the game I had an extra ticket that I did could not sell. My Dad went ahead to the seats. I lost MY own ticket on the way and was in a panic. I asked for help from one of New York's finest, who, I believe escorted me to the officer in my own section. For all my Dad could have known I was arrested. However, once he looked up and saw me he just waived.
I actually didn't remember much about this game though it was (delayed) a week after 9/11 with emotions extremely high. The crowd went bonkers when Tino tied the game in the 9th with the Yankees trailing 3-1-the 1st of 3 major home runs given up by infamous pitcher Byung Yung-Kim.
Electricity aside the thoughts then turned to the typical NJ mass transit user concern-are we gonna make the last train out of the city or will we miss the end of a WORLD SERIES game?
Those thoughts amplified after Mariano stopped Arizona. The scoreboard changed to 12:00AM and a message "Welcome to November Baseball" appeared on the center field scoreboard behind us. Jeter worked Kim for 6 or 7 pitches. Right before the 3-2 pitch unbeknownst to me until now a fan behind home plate held a banner up that read "Mr. November". The Fox announcer said two lines one of which was "Somebody's gonna be Mr. November". Jeter then lined the 3-2 pitch right over the right field bleachers by about 2-3 rows. We only heard the crows roar because we couldn't see what had happened. Everyone started jumping all around so my Dad (a long time Yankee fan who took a lot of busting but enjoyed in his last official Yankees game ever) was more mad someone hit (for a bit) than the Yankees had won.
As the loudspeaker started playing "New York, New York" 50,000 fans were singing loudly and on the way out everyone was high fiving and each other and New York's finest. At that moment everyone pretty much knew we'd survive 9/11. One of if not the most truly emotional minutes of my and likely many others lives. Brosius did it the next night in game 5 but unfortunately Arizona took what we though was destiny way from us in Arizona.
(It may also have been the game I had an extra ticket that I did could not sell. My Dad went ahead to the seats. I lost MY own ticket on the way and was in a panic. I asked for help from one of New York's finest, who, I believe escorted me to the officer in my own section. For all my Dad could have known I was arrested. However, once he looked up and saw me he just waived.
I actually didn't remember much about this game though it was (delayed) a week after 9/11 with emotions extremely high. The crowd went bonkers when Tino tied the game in the 9th with the Yankees trailing 3-1-the 1st of 3 major home runs given up by infamous pitcher Byung Yung-Kim.
Electricity aside the thoughts then turned to the typical NJ mass transit user concern-are we gonna make the last train out of the city or will we miss the end of a WORLD SERIES game?
Those thoughts amplified after Mariano stopped Arizona. The scoreboard changed to 12:00AM and a message "Welcome to November Baseball" appeared on the center field scoreboard behind us. Jeter worked Kim for 6 or 7 pitches. Right before the 3-2 pitch unbeknownst to me until now a fan behind home plate held a banner up that read "Mr. November". The Fox announcer said two lines one of which was "Somebody's gonna be Mr. November". Jeter then lined the 3-2 pitch right over the right field bleachers by about 2-3 rows. We only heard the crows roar because we couldn't see what had happened. Everyone started jumping all around so my Dad (a long time Yankee fan who took a lot of busting but enjoyed in his last official Yankees game ever) was more mad someone hit (for a bit) than the Yankees had won.
As the loudspeaker started playing "New York, New York" 50,000 fans were singing loudly and on the way out everyone was high fiving and each other and New York's finest. At that moment everyone pretty much knew we'd survive 9/11. One of if not the most truly emotional minutes of my and likely many others lives. Brosius did it the next night in game 5 but unfortunately Arizona took what we though was destiny way from us in Arizona.
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