New york sports are the greatest form of sporting in the world. One of the most distinct memories of my life was my mom surprising me with 2009 Yankees world series game 6 tickets a coworker gave her last minute. I was 9 years old.
Inaugural season at new stadium. Celestial, angel-kissed electricity oozing through the concrete, unifying the halo on the tip of each buttery nubuck Timberland in a 100 mile radius. Divine harmony in the most organized chaos you’ll ever experience in your life. The bells ring and the Yanks bring it home- holy lightning strikes the crowd, the aura that’s been boiling under the skin of every New Yorker comes bursting out via the sound of Empire State of Mind blasting at 150% volume from every audio device within radio frequency, on a school/work night where nobody could give less of a shit because nobody was trying to sleep anyways- the most diverse place in the country unifies and becomes 1, not a single emotion exists other than existential bliss, the after images of Ellis Island are injecting life into the very threads of reality itself, life supersedes its own capacity if only for a fleeting night, but the energy carried with you forever
Truly nothing in the world can compare