NEW YORK -- The New York Yankees' season was crumbling again, like it had every year since Aaron Judge first arrived in the Bronx, bounding too fast toward another failure. From April through September, Judge had lived what looked like the idealized baseball life, full of acclaim and records, so prolific that his name and a special number in baseball lore became intertwined to the point of indistinguishability. Judge, all the while, never paid it any attention. While the world trained its collective eye on him, on his achievements, he was looking at this moment, October in Yankee Stadium.