#2: My Earliest Memory
My earliest memory comes from July of 1983. I was four and change. I sat in the bedroom that was partitioned off for my brothers. We lived in a pre-war apartment building in Brooklyn, so we had the space to cram four boys into half a bedroom.
I was watching WPIX 11, New York's local independent station at the time, and home of the New York Yankees. Stuff happened that I didn't understand until much later in life. The game was honestly boring to me. Then this happened:
It was weird, like a light went on in my still forming head. This game was cool. Anything that could make grownups act like this was beyond cool. And that day, I became a Yankee fan.