I believe I lived through the best Yankee years and that was the 77 and 78 season. I was a teen. We would buy bleacher seats and end up sitting behind the dugout every weekend. The days when you could walk all over the stadium and call for Reggie Jackson and he would come walking over with the rest of them. Nothing compares to players back in that time and to me that was the greatest team in my lifetime.
And in 1962 we had just moved to Sumter, SC after serving a tour in England (my dad was AF and we’d just been reassigned to Shaw AFB).....our neighbor was Bobby Richardson’s parents.....my brother hit a homerun in the street one day and it hit his new Jaguar.....he just laughed and said no big deal......I love me some Yankees......