The first playoff game I ever attended at Yankee Stadium was Game Six of the 2003 American League Championship Series, when the Yankees came home up 3-2 with a chance to put the Boston Red Sox away. My roommate at my apartment up in Inwood had lucked into tickets via the online lottery — this was a thing back in 2003, you could just catch a break and win the chance to buy face-value Yankees payoff tickets — and went fully expecting to see the Yanks clinch their fifth World Series appearance in six years. The Yankees had a 6-2 lead, but the Sox scored three in the seventh and two in the ninth to come back for the victory and force a Game Seven. Walking out to the subway afterward, my roommate and I came across a woman in a Red Sox cap being interviewed by a television station. Without m

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