One of my best friends in High School was the son of a local weatherman. He often had access to decent seats at a few sporting events, including some New York Yankee games. This worked out well for us since we were both huge Yankee fans, and his father took us to games on more than one occasion. It’s been about 25 years, so the memories are a bit fuzzy. But one game stands out above the others, if only because of the shear ridiculousness that precipitated in the upheaval that was the 9th inning.
The Day the Red Sox Lost to a Red Sox Fan (And the Yankees)
