What my family didn’t realize is that we would stumble upon history that day.
We were a few rows from the top of the 400-level section, halfway down the first baseline. Fully understanding what the weather could be like in mid-August in the Bronx, we strategically chose the shady side of the field for a 1 p.m. My family had innocently bought tickets months prior for a Saturday Yankees game. It was 95 degrees with high humidity on an August day in 2016.
