NEW YORK — Aaron Judge called time and picked up some dirt, rolling it between his right index finger and thumb.

Not for feel. But for sight.

Sight of what could be.

What it could mean to lift his team -- and himself -- from the ashes, even for one more day. It could be imagined, if not yet believed because could is hope. Would is what's felt.

It was the bottom of the fourth inning of Game 3 at Yankee Stadium Tuesday evening. Blue Jays reliever Louis Varland blew a 100 mph middle-middle heater past the Yankees' 6-foot-7 MVP, putting Judge in an 0-2 hole. The warm October night felt like summer. The kind of night that's turned him into the mythical figure his peers and opponents have known him to be.

New York was still down by three runs before 47,399 at Yankee Stadium, quiet afte

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