Tenbatsuzen
10-28-2004, 12:07 PM
There are two parts to this story.
First, on a unusually cold fall night, a Saturday night back in 1986, I remember sitting on the first base line in Shea Stadium. My brother and I were Yankee fans, but we were brought to Shea by my father, who grew up in Long Island. My father had gotten the tickets from a good friend of his, the contractor building our deck, and he couldn't make the game due to a prior engagement.
Even though by brother and I were Yankee fans, we both got swept up by the game.
When that ball rolled through Buckner's legs, I just felt AWFUL. It was a horrible feeling. E-3. I wouldn't wish that on anyone. It was a great game, but the guilt and embarassment of that happening stuck with me for a long time.
Fast forward eight years later. One of the best memories I have growing up is the night the Rangers won the Stanley Cup in 1994.
It was the last time that I hung out with my core group of friends in high school.
We had one last blast, watching the game, and staying up all night, drinking, talking, reminiscing, and then finally leaving one-by-one, like the end of Ocean's 11.
Even though I'm a Yankees fan and I have a great animosity towards the Red Sox, last night gave me the warm feeling that you get, knowing how good some people feel right now. It's something to be savored.
Don't question my fandom for the Yankees because of this; it makes me feel good when people can truly relish a win. Red Sox fans are obnoxious, cruel, and hateful - but they are also passionate, and that's something that can be respected. No other fans who have won the championship in the last 10 years are as passionate as Yankee and Red Sox fans.
So I tip my cap to the Red Sox Nation. But it's the last time it'll happen for a very, very long time.
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First, on a unusually cold fall night, a Saturday night back in 1986, I remember sitting on the first base line in Shea Stadium. My brother and I were Yankee fans, but we were brought to Shea by my father, who grew up in Long Island. My father had gotten the tickets from a good friend of his, the contractor building our deck, and he couldn't make the game due to a prior engagement.
Even though by brother and I were Yankee fans, we both got swept up by the game.
When that ball rolled through Buckner's legs, I just felt AWFUL. It was a horrible feeling. E-3. I wouldn't wish that on anyone. It was a great game, but the guilt and embarassment of that happening stuck with me for a long time.
Fast forward eight years later. One of the best memories I have growing up is the night the Rangers won the Stanley Cup in 1994.
It was the last time that I hung out with my core group of friends in high school.
We had one last blast, watching the game, and staying up all night, drinking, talking, reminiscing, and then finally leaving one-by-one, like the end of Ocean's 11.
Even though I'm a Yankees fan and I have a great animosity towards the Red Sox, last night gave me the warm feeling that you get, knowing how good some people feel right now. It's something to be savored.
Don't question my fandom for the Yankees because of this; it makes me feel good when people can truly relish a win. Red Sox fans are obnoxious, cruel, and hateful - but they are also passionate, and that's something that can be respected. No other fans who have won the championship in the last 10 years are as passionate as Yankee and Red Sox fans.
So I tip my cap to the Red Sox Nation. But it's the last time it'll happen for a very, very long time.
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