If you've never taken a roadtrip to Yankee Stadium, I highly recommend it. If you want the full experience try going during the Playoffs.

Around noon I get a call from Mick. Mick, as I've explained in the past, is the greatest living Red Sox fan I know. "Jake, good luck tonight in Game 7." Mick, Cuj and I are going down to game, want to come along? "Yeah, when you leaving."

We pick Mick up in a parking lot at 3:00 and point the German Sedan south. I've got the wheel, thinking that I could get my turn in now, and disqualify myself on the way back because of that blood alcohol level thing. Traffic wasn't bad, and besides taking the wrong exit, we made it to Yankee Stadium in plenty of time.

Mick doesn't have a ticket, and there's no action on the street. There is a line working at the ticket window so Mick decides to give it a try while we head inside.

We're up in the Tier level between home and first, these seats are high but the stands so steep that you're right over the action. We suck down a beer to relax then grab some ballpark food and a couple more. The hotdogs are very good, they're grilled. The concesssions in general suck though. Just before the game starts I realize that we're in the same section number and seat numbers as we were all year at Fenway. Cuj isn't impressed.

Bucky "Fucking" Dent is on to throw out the first pitch. That's very weak. I flip him off. Right away we get ahead thanks again to Ortiz. The place grows strangely quiet except for the profanities hurled at Brown. When Damon hits the slam in the second and we go completely nuts, Yankee Stadium gets even quieter. God I love this shit. I try to reach Mick on the cell phone but no luck.

Lowe pitches a one run one hit game for six and for some reason Pedro relieves in the seventh. Apparently the vats of beer that the NY'ers were consuming all evening had a time delay effect. (This may sound hard to believe, but I was too nervous to drink during the game) It kicked in when he headed in from the bullpen. The noise cranked up to the intensity that these fans are famous for when they scored. Martinez got out of it, but the crowd was back into the game. Until of course Mark "Fucking" Bellhorn clunked one off the rightfield foul pole. It made a great sound, I flashed back to the Playoffs in 1999 when Strawberry hit one off the pole at Fenway. I was in the rightfield boxes that game, that ball sounded a dead thud when it hit the pole. Bellhorn's rang like a church bell.

Every Red Sox fan we saw in NY we told to meet behind the Sox dugout after the game. We headed down at the top of the ninth, still vey nervous. We grab some seats on the first base side, we're in season ticket holder territory. Baseball fan territory. Men who are lifelong Yankee fans casually give us there concession speeches, I graciously accept. Every one of them reminding us that our job was not yet done.

I spend way too much brain time thinking about thrilling Red Sox scenarios. This one I had thought about for years and probably every day for the last twelve months. Suddenly it was happening.

When it was over the hundreds of Red Sox Fans that had gathered exploded. I pulled the banner out and waved it like I had imagined. The Sox partied on the mound in the "House That Ruth Built" as we partied in the stands. We stood on the good seats and pumped our fists in triumph. We had come to the Bronx and snatched the Pennant from their grubby little hands and shoved it up their asses along the way. The greatest comeback in baseball history. The greatest victory in Red Sox history. Decades of frustration lifted, we celebrated because we had earned it.

On the way out there were some Yankee fans shaking hands. One lady called me over, congratulated me then asked if we'd like Kevin Brown. She didn't recognize me. We met up with Mick outside. He hung out in a bar across from the stadium in front of a plasma TV in the middle of intense Yankee fans. Talk about karma. He said he just sat there quietly, they finally figured out he was a Sox fan. The bouncer got him into the bleachers in the seventh, he saw it go down.

Let's go to the World Series. Just like I imagined.

What do I know?