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My Favorite Postseason Memory

If you are a baseball fan, you carry your favorite Postseason memory the way you would with any special time in your life. And why not? They are important to you. It's not only because of what those moments meant to your favorite player or team, it's because you remember where you were, the friends and family you were with and maybe, just being a kid again for a few seconds.

Baseball truly can be the stitching that holds us together through the years. We talk and reflect on the great plays and the guys who made them…and every October we get a new crop to take with us and pass along.

It's tough to pick a favorite all-time Postseason moment for me. It's like trying to pick my favorite all-time song or movie, as I'd probably change my mind a hundred times if I sat and thought about it. (The movie is usually "Animal House," the song is The Pogues' "If I Should Fall from Grace with God," for those who are scoring at home.)

Like anything, years add to the memory. Everything is bigger and more exciting once the legend has had time to grow…plus we were kids and a child's mind can always make the great moment even more heroic.

As a kid, there was no greater hero to me than Reggie Jackson. I sat on the floor in my parents room and was allowed to stay up to watch the Yankees play in the 1977 World Series. I was only four years old, but I remember…it's weird. So, there I was in my Carvel ice cream giveaway Yankees t-shirt and cap with my mom and dad, and we watched. Reggie hit the first of his three home runs that night and it seemed as if it wasn't going to come down. I stood up and just stared at the TV. On his second, my mother looked at me and said, "Mikey! Reggie did it again!" I felt as if he was doing it just for me. There I was up past my bed time, having a makeshift pizza party on the floor in my folks' room and watching one of my heroes make the game look easy. It was the greatest early birthday gift I could have asked for.

When Reggie came up and crushed the third home run of the night my dad said, "Wow, Mike! Reggie is trying to hit a ball to you!" It's been a long time since that autumn night in the Bronx, but part of me still wants to believe #44 actually was trying to put one out of the ballpark and through my window.

I remember a few years later when the Dodgers beat the Yanks in the 1981 Fall Classic. I sat in my room in silence. "How could the Yankees lose?" I asked my dad. That's why October memories are so great; they can raise your spirits or break your heart, but you remember them all.

Again, as a Yankee fan, there have been a lot of great moments that I've gotten to enjoy. I thought of picking Paul O'Neill's grab in Atlanta in 1996. He was on bad hamstrings and somehow became Dwight Clark for a second, making a catch on a ball that nobody, probably not even Paulie, thought he'd get to.

I thought of the night when Derek Jeter became "Mr. November" in 2001. For me, it wasn't about Jeter or the Yankees, it was about seeing the city of New York, and the country on a whole, start to feel some happiness again.

My heart may belong to the Bronx Bombers, but I'm a baseball fan. Some of my favorite Postseason memories include seeing Kirk Gibson's pinch hit home run over the A's in 1988, Tug McGraw going wild when the Phils won in 1980 or Ray Knight crossing home plate on the ball that got through Billy Buckner's legs. (By the way Billy, you were a great player and there was still a Game 7 to play.)

Relax, Sox Nation…my brother Paul is a die-hard member, believe it or not, and I'll confess something to you. After I licked my wounds in 2004, I actually remember cracking a smile when the "Idiots" recorded the last out to take their first World Series in a long, long time. Why? It's not because I have a place in my heart for the Sox, it's because my brother loves his club as much as I love mine. He was as happy as I'd ever seen him and that means more than anything else to me…but now that they got their titles I'm OK with another long, long drought.

Postseason memories are special ones to all of us for different reasons. What are some of yours? Tweet me @mikeyoh21 .

If you are a baseball fan, you carry your favorite Postseason memory the way you would with any special time in your life. And why not? They are important to you. It's not only because of what those moments meant to your favorite player or team, it's because you remember where you were, the friends and family you were with and maybe, just being a kid again for a few seconds.

Baseball truly can be the stitching that holds us together through the years. We talk and reflect on the great plays and the guys who made them…and every October we get a new crop to take with us and pass along.

It's tough to pick a favorite all-time Postseason moment for me. It's like trying to pick my favorite all-time song or movie, as I'd probably change my mind a hundred times if I sat and thought about it. (The movie is usually "Animal House," the song is The Pogues' "If I Should Fall from Grace with God," for those who are scoring at home.)

Like anything, years add to the memory. Everything is bigger and more exciting once the legend has had time to grow…plus we were kids and a child's mind can always make the great moment even more heroic.

As a kid, there was no greater hero to me than Reggie Jackson. I sat on the floor in my parents room and was allowed to stay up to watch the Yankees play in the 1977 World Series. I was only four years old, but I remember…it's weird. So, there I was in my Carvel ice cream giveaway Yankees t-shirt and cap with my mom and dad, and we watched. Reggie hit the first of his three home runs that night and it seemed as if it wasn't going to come down. I stood up and just stared at the TV. On his second, my mother looked at me and said, "Mikey! Reggie did it again!" I felt as if he was doing it just for me. There I was up past my bed time, having a makeshift pizza party on the floor in my folks' room and watching one of my heroes make the game look easy. It was the greatest early birthday gift I could have asked for.

When Reggie came up and crushed the third home run of the night my dad said, "Wow, Mike! Reggie is trying to hit a ball to you!" It's been a long time since that autumn night in the Bronx, but part of me still wants to believe #44 actually was trying to put one out of the ballpark and through my window.

I remember a few years later when the Dodgers beat the Yanks in the 1981 Fall Classic. I sat in my room in silence. "How could the Yankees lose?" I asked my dad. That's why October memories are so great; they can raise your spirits or break your heart, but you remember them all.

Again, as a Yankee fan, there have been a lot of great moments that I've gotten to enjoy. I thought of picking Paul O'Neill's grab in Atlanta in 1996. He was on bad hamstrings and somehow became Dwight Clark for a second, making a catch on a ball that nobody, probably not even Paulie, thought he'd get to.

I thought of the night when Derek Jeter became "Mr. November" in 2001. For me, it wasn't about Jeter or the Yankees, it was about seeing the city of New York, and the country on a whole, start to feel some happiness again.

My heart may belong to the Bronx Bombers, but I'm a baseball fan. Some of my favorite Postseason memories include seeing Kirk Gibson's pinch hit home run over the A's in 1988, Tug McGraw going wild when the Phils won in 1980 or Ray Knight crossing home plate on the ball that got through Billy Buckner's legs. (By the way Billy, you were a great player and there was still a Game 7 to play.)

Relax, Sox Nation…my brother Paul is a die-hard member, believe it or not, and I'll confess something to you. After I licked my wounds in 2004, I actually remember cracking a smile when the "Idiots" recorded the last out to take their first World Series in a long, long time. Why? It's not because I have a place in my heart for the Sox, it's because my brother loves his club as much as I love mine. He was as happy as I'd ever seen him and that means more than anything else to me…but now that they got their titles I'm OK with another long, long drought.

Postseason memories are special ones to all of us for different reasons. What are some of yours? Tweet me @mikeyoh21 .