I remember it all too well, unfortunately.
My remote control was almost in pieces – it rested gently on the floor after I threw it at my wall. I was standing up in the middle of the living room, staring at my tv in disbelief, speechless, watching guys in purple uniforms jump up and down in the middle of the field.
Mariano Rivera walked off the mound slowly. Tino Martinez tried to console him. The Yankees looked on from their dugout and no one wanted to leave. Joe Torre still had his poker face on.