There was just one problem. I. Wasn't. There.
Even though most of my friends and favorite bartenders partied at the Stadium as the Yanks pulled out the dramatic win, I had chosen not to attend.
Now, I had a good reason. It was Honors Night at my school. Here's the point, though: You just never know when you're going to catch (or miss) an amazing baseball game. The worst experience I've ever had with missing a game happened when I was 10. My parents forced me to go to baseball practice instead of seeing Doc Gooden's no-hitter in 1996.
I should have patented that speech six years before Iverson delivered it. "Mom and Dad, we talking about practice. I'm gonna miss a Yankee game for practice. PRACTICE?"
Even though I missed the game on Wednesday, I'll have plenty of more chances to go to the ballpark this summer. I urge you to do the same. As if you needed further encouragement; baseball sells itself.