Ihave long carried with me the memory of Alfonso Soriano’s walk-off home run to beat the Mariners in the 2001 American League Championship Series, sending Kaz Sasaki’s pitch over the head of Ichiro, over the glove of Mike Cameron, over the wall of old Yankee Stadium.

Over, just over.

I still feel visceral pain for my teenage self as I remember sitting on the carpet of a living room floor, watching the ball sail into the right field seats.

Time reduces memories to moments rather than the long intricate journey of the actual experience. A months-long season of magic becomes one pitch, one swing. A single snapshot.

Now, imagine my surprise this week when I was messing around online and discovered that Soriano’s home run did not in fact send the Yankees to the World Series as I had long re

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