I’m lucky to remember most of the big baseball moments that have occurred in my life.
In fact, on Friday afternoon while guzzling a beer in a windy Pattison Avenue parking lot, I was telling my friend that a special element of the 2008 world championship run was that every postseason game found me in a different location, with different people, and I can remember all of that. Game 1 of the NLDS I was at work. Game 2 I was at Citizens Bank Park. And on from there. Every game was special, distinct, memorable.
That goes throughout my life.