January is traditionally a slow month for baseball news. So for the second year in a row, we will showcase other blogs with a series of pinch hitters.
Next up is Sean from Yankees Daily.
Sean lives in Livingston and has been blogging for about a year despite being disabled by Lupus. His entry is about the 2001 World Series:
Game 7 of the 2001 World Series was the worst experience I’ve ever had as a Yankees fan, specifically the ninth inning. Imagine a game where the best reliever of all time in the playoffs is on the mound. He’s on your team and all you need is three outs to win your fourth World Series title in a row. What do you think the outcome would be?
Let’s go back in time a little.
The Yankees were playing the Arizona Diamondbacks in the World Series and it was tied three games apiece and it was down to one game, Game 7 of the 2001 World Series. Winner takes all. New York City was suffering emotionally from Sept. 11. It seemed like the whole country was backing the Yankees because of the tragic events.
There was that magic in the air that you knew the Yankees would win. Destiny was on their side. They would win and help heal New York. It was the bottom of the ninth inning. The Yankees were winning 2-1 and the great Mariano Rivera was pitching. I was getting ready to celebrate another World Series title.
Then something weird happened, the Diamondbacks tied the game and the bases were loaded with one out. And there it was, that typical bloop single that Mariano gives up. The Diamondbacks won the game 3-2 along with the World Series.
I stood up from my chair and couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I stared at the television. I felt my heart drop. I’ve never felt this way before in my entire life during a sporting event. I was desperate for answers.
Why? Why would the Yankees be allowed to lose such an important game in New York history? It was their destiny to win this game. They “had” to win this game. It was in the cards. It was a done deal, right? No.
I went outside and started pacing back and forth outside my apartment complex. I then went for a long walk. I came back but I didn’t feel any better. Usually long walks help clear my mind. Not this time. I would suffer from this defeat for a long while.
I wanted to blame someone, but the only person that came to mind was Mariano. But he’s been great in the postseason. Still, I was mad at Mariano for days. I was mad that he only developed one pitch and I started blaming him for the loss. I then started blaming fate for the loss. It felt like a cruel joke was played on the city of New York.
I’ll never forget how lousy I felt during the end of Game Seven of the 2001 World Series. They say time heals all wounds, but I’m still hurting, especially since the Yankees haven’t won since. If you watched that game in 2001, do you remember how you felt afterwards?
Thanks, Sean. Coming tomorrow: Mike Silva from New York Baseball Digest.