Every June 12th, I can’t help but think of the craziest, wildest, awesome-ist baseball game I’ve ever been to.
6 years ago today. Friday night. Yankees/Mets. Bottom of the ninth, two outs, down by a run, A Rod* at the plate. Take it away, Michael:
*I’m convinced that A Rod’s hip problems can be traced back to the 37 second mark.
