1997, as a young 15 year old...watching hopelessly as Jaret Wright shut down the Marlins for 7 straight in Game 7 of the World Series. They could barely muster a single. All of a sudden, Bobby Bonilla comes to the plate. He had been one of my least favorite players that postseason, making errors and generally ruining things with his injury. Blasts a deep shot to left and the Marlins have life. Then, the 9th rolls around. Still 2-1. It's already after midnight and I have to get up at 6:00 AM for school. Craig Counsell hits a sacrifice fly and the Marlins are tied and going into extras. Bottom of the 11th...Counsell gets on, and Edgar Renteria singles up the middle, driving in Counsell who leaps into the air and the camera catches it perfect with the fans going absolutely apeshit behind him, and then they show the replay of Renteria rounding first base with the biggest grin on his face, flipping off his helmet as he ran. I played baseball until I was 19 and I always wanted to hit a walkoff homerun and celebrate the exact same way. That was my favorite moment...until this year.
Games 5 and 6 against the Cubs. Beckett's masterful performance and the comeback and Bartman ball. And then Games 4 and 6 of the World Series. Alex Gonzalez's walkoff HR and then Beckett shutting down the Yankees.