Hard to pick just one. Back to Foulke is up there but I was honestly fairly calm at that point and oddly expecting the Sox to win. After they beat the Yanks and went up 3-0 on St. Louis, I really should have known better but it was just a feeling of inevitability to me.
Damon's slam is probably the one as I let out a very large HOLY SHIT and jumped as high as a white man can jump and then just as suddenly collapsed down into a ball, hugging my knees into my chest and in silence knowing any movement I made was bound to start a Yankee rally.
Ortiz slam in '13 was the first time I felt like that since.
Victorino's slam in Game 6 was the "in-person" moment. First playoff game I'd been to and I decided to go the day of. I just remember sitting next to a couple of Detroit fans who were very loud up until that moment. (Not obnoxious or anything, just enjoying their team winning) and watching them quiet down in disbelief as the rest of the park went nuts.
Damon's slam is probably the one as I let out a very large HOLY SHIT and jumped as high as a white man can jump and then just as suddenly collapsed down into a ball, hugging my knees into my chest and in silence knowing any movement I made was bound to start a Yankee rally.
Ortiz slam in '13 was the first time I felt like that since.
Victorino's slam in Game 6 was the "in-person" moment. First playoff game I'd been to and I decided to go the day of. I just remember sitting next to a couple of Detroit fans who were very loud up until that moment. (Not obnoxious or anything, just enjoying their team winning) and watching them quiet down in disbelief as the rest of the park went nuts.