It's the best day of my life. We're at Yankee Stadium. I don't know who the Yankees are playing, I don't care. I don't really follow baseball. My brother does. His favorite player is Derek Jeter. He's my favorite player too.
The Yankees are winning, the sun is shining, and my brother is smiling. My uncle's here too, he's the one who got us the tickets. He's a businessman, usually with important places to go and things to do, but sometimes he has time for us. He likes my brother better than me, but right now that doesn't matter because the Yankees are winning and everybody's happy. I can't stop smiling. I don't want the game to end.
Jeter scores another run and we're all on our feet cheering. Not just me, my brother, and my uncle but the drunken college kids in front of us and the couple sitting next to us and a bunch of kids here for their friend's tenth birthday party. Everybody's cheering and it's like our differences go away and we all know each other, even though we don't. It's nice. I'm happy.
Eventually the ninth inning rolls around. The Yankees win. I've stopped smiling because I realize I have to go home. My uncle asks me what's wrong. I don't know how to answer him.