I’ve been haunted by this matchup in a certain way for almost my whole life. My father grew up a Yankee fan in New York and moved to Minnesota in the early eighties before I was born. He switched to cheering for the Twins in ‘84 when they fell short of a pennant run and because he had been becoming disaffected with the Yankees since the late 70s when free agency came and he hated the way Steinbrenner used money to build a team, and he respected the Twins as an organization that built their team “the right way”, this and of course they were the team he could watch on local television. Watching the ‘91 series encompasses the earliest vivid memories I have of my childhood, I don’t have a great memory generally, but that series inspires in a young person the belief that amazing things do happen in life and events can actually turn out the way one hopes and dreams. In ‘92 my dad’s work moved us to north New Jersey and we would go see the Twins play in the old Yankee stadium whenever they’d come to town. Almost every time we’d go there’d be some heartbreaking loss. I can remember Daryl Boston hitting a pinch hit go ahead home run against Rick Aguilera, I remember Bernie Williams hitting a grand slam off Brad Radke (searing number 59) to put the Yankees up 8-5 in a game the Twins led 5-0, a young Mariano Rivera had come in in relief early in that game and shut the Twins down for several innings. It was one of his “breakout” games. We moved back to the Twin Cities in ‘97, on a visit back to New York in April of ‘03 I was at the game Hideki Matsui hit a grand slam off Joe Mays. It was dumbfounding to me how revisiting Yankee stadium at 19 brought the same sting I experienced in preadolescence, I wanted them to beat them in the playoffs that year badly for the sake of vengeance. The amazing thing is I had so much vengeance built up against the Yankees and their fans since the time they first started playin in the playoffs because those games I attended in the nineties, the Yankee fans were just awful. Swearing, even physically threatening, taunting, and harassing to me and my dad as Twins fans, and this was to a Dad with a son who was 10-12 years old. So I’ve always hated them so much because of that and these games are just hard to watch for how predictable they have become and how constant this sentiment against the Yankees has been. Honestly, I read it into in my life now as a sign from God to stop devoting so much time to watching baseball and just accept that there are more important things in life and every minute in life is precious and not to be wasted on vanities. I know that as a practical point but somehow it’s hard when you have strong childhood emotions and connections to baseball.