That's what Joe Torre called it: "Groundhog Day."
2001.
In the aftermath of 9/11, the Yankees
had carried the soul of New York City
- and the entire nation - on their shoulders.
They were down to their final out in the World Series,
with an unhittable closer on the mound.
Twice.
John Sterling couldn't talk.
Joe Buck called it "surreal."
Joe Torre called it "Groundhog Day."
And then...
we lost on a humpback blooper.
Arizona celebrated its first and only world championship
by playing "New York, New York" on the p.a.
Every year, Groundhog Day haunts me,
testifying to the vengeant thirst
that remains unquenched.
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