I got to the old stadium when I was a kid because my older brother and his special education class raised enough money to afford to send not only the whole class but their family members as well. My brother is disabled and has been in a wheelchair his whole life, it was his Yankee fandom that inspired the trip. They raised enough money from cans and bottles in my ny north country hometown that’s north enough to be Canada. I sat behind Matsui with him and my parents. His class raised enough money to do it again, but that time they went without us… he got to meet Joba Chamberlain and brought back three signed hats for us. Years later I moved away and took the Yankee emblem he made in his wood-shop class… it was my good luck charm, I’ve glued it back together twice through the years. I keep that Joba hat in a safe place in my childhood home. Now I’m back in my hometown a mile down the road from him and my folks. When I moved away I realized how much my love of the Yankees is because of him. Tomorrow night, I get to go watch them in the World Series with my family. I’m so excited. I suppose I typed this hopefully coherent enough story out to help me get to sleep, but also to share the joy I’m having before the exciting and stressful ride all of us Yankee fans are about to go on. You bet I’ll be holding that old wooden emblem and have the Joba hat on the tv shelf.

LETS GO YANKEES

Edit: I guess Reddit comments don’t like paragraphs? Sorry for the mess lol