I'm still recovering from being in Yankee Stadium Wednesday night when the Yankees secured their 27th World Series title. The experience of watching your team win a championship, while surrounded by strangers who, at once, became good friends is something very special.
I didn't allow myself to really believe that they were going to win until the 8th inning. When Mariano Rivera, the greatest relief pitcher in the history of baseball, secured the final out of that inning, leaving the Yankees just three outs away, I finally felt that victory was at hand. But nothing I've ever done could have prepared me for the raw outpouring of shared exuberance that accompanied the final out (which I dutifully recorded on my iPhone). There were hugs, high-fives, cheers and even a few tears at the conclusion of the game. The fans around me had become brothers (and sisters)-in-arms. The feeling of joy and excitement at that moment is one that still, even three days later, is very difficult to describe.
The man sitting in front of me had come to the game with his nine-year old son. As the young boy soaked in the celebration going on all around him, I leaned down to him and said, "this is a moment you'll remember for the rest of your life." I envied him somewhat. After all, it took me 57 years to be "in the house" when the Yankees won the World Series.
