Memories are strange. People recall things differently and insist that their version, not someone else’s, is correct. When it comes to baseball, this truism multiplies by ten.
The 2018 season has wrapped up. On my end, it’s the end of my 25th year of New York Yankees fandom. From witnessing history to getting dumped at games, I’m a millionaire when it comes to baseball memories.
And as we prepare ourselves for the upcoming AL Wild Card, the memories of the last 25 years are flooding back. A lot has changed since then. I’m a married man in my thirties instead of a hyperactive child.