Thank you, ESPN Classic

Such an emotional rollercoaster this week with the Yankees that I have to break it up into multiple posts....

I pulled an all nighter on Saturday night/Sunday, and ploughed through the Yankee Stadium Tribute marathon. I was punchy from being over tired, half drunk, and had a great time.

I wondered if Chris Chambliss ever considered a career as a linebacker, watching the '76 ALCS. I chanted REG-GIE on my couch in the middle of the night. I giggled with delight watching George Brett fly off the handle during The Pine Tar Game. I got to see Mattingly at the start of his career, watching Rags' no-hitter. I couldn't believe how young Jeter and Jorge and Bernie and Mo were watching the Braves game. I smiled and said, "Look at that poor hungover bastard," as Boomer Wells threw a perfect game after pulling an all-nighter of his own. My nipples got hard as Coney made the Expos look like a Little League team, and my heart broke as Bobby Murcer made the call. I had a bittersweet sigh watching the '01 Yankees, for I knew what that victory led to - The Bombers falling apart, quite literally, during my wedding reception. And, for one brief moment, Aaron Boone was the man again.

To twist a phrase from reality tv... I had a Major League boner.

And the closing ceremony was the money shot.