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I've been a Yankees fan ever since I can remember.
I grew up in the late 90's glory days.. The days of the core four, Jeter, Posada, Pettite & Rivera.
I remember the feeling when Mariano got Mike Sweeney to ground out to complete the sweep in 1998.
I remember him getting Kieth Lockheart to fly out to do it again in '99. I remember beating the Mets in 5 the next year, and watching Tino jack one to tie it up in the 9th in 2001. I also remember the pain of defeat when the Diamondbacks came back to win it in the same year.

The next year, my family moved to England and I spent the next 10 years following them from afar, staying up to ungodly hours to listen to the games on the radio when they were on.

So, when I found myself living in Toronto in 2014, I decided it was finally time to make the pilgrimage, to see my Yankees play for real. I'd earned it.
The Yankees played 9 games at the Sky Dome that year and I went to all of them. In their last game of the season in Toronto, we managed to find seats right behind home plate, just feet from the on deck circle. It was Derek Jeters last game here, and I finally had the chance to see my childhood (and adulthood) hero up close.
I dont remember the score. I do remember the 6th inning however.
When Jeter came into the on deck circle to warm up, he glanced around and acknowledged the fans nearest to him, as he is accustomed to do. As he looked over, he spotted me, wearing my #2, smiling like an idiot. He picked me out from among the sea of bluejays jerseys, briefly made eye contact and he gave me a nod. I have never been one to pay much attention to celebrity, but then and there i froze, giggled like a schoolgirl and made a noise I had no Idea anyone could make.

So cool. My bucketlist just got shorter.

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Fast forward a year, we were in New York City on as part of our Great American Roadtrip. The Yanks were in town playing the Angels and I finally had my chance to get to the stadium.
The House Next To The House That Ruth Built.
My personal sports Mecca.

Of course, the best way to get to the stadium is the subway. From Midtown it's pretty easy.The Yankee Stadium subway stop is located on East 161st Street and River Avenue. The No. 4 train (East Side) and the B and D trains (West Side) make stops at 161st Street/Yankee Stadium. A trip from Midtown Manhattan takes approximately 25 minutes. Just follow the crowds.

We paid for seats in the right field bleachers, home to Bald Vinny and the Bleacher Creatures, the nickname for the crown of rowdy fans that hang out and drink expensive beer there.
The athmosphere was incredible, even for a midsummer homestand against the Angels. As the Yankees took the field in the first, the Bleacher Creatures stood as one and joined in a chant that calls on every member of the team on the field at the time..
Roll Call. I had heard it 1000 times, but now I was taking part, shouting at the top of my lungs.
Bucketlist even shorter.
We won the game in a nail biter, and we left for a postgame beer at the dugout on River Ave and thought back to the long journey it took to get us there.

The Bronx Bombers, the Evil Empire?
Whatever, Im proud to be one of them.

Lets Go Yankees

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