Since it’s now officially after Christmas and thus time to give the Christmas playlist a rest (yes, I know I’m Jewish.  Yes, I still like my Latin Christmas hymms), I decided to give ye olde 2009 Playoffs Playlist a whirl.

Jay Z, Black Eyed Peas, Metallica, etc.

“I Gotta Feeling” played for about two seconds before I felt myself surrendering to the memories of this past October and November.

It’s been almost two months now since the Yankees won the World Series, and sometimes I still have to remind myself that it happened.

When the ground is covered in snow and a bleating rain falls outside your window, the memories of autumn nights full of baseball and Brooklyn Lager seem as though they happened so long ago, a faint glimmer of a warmer season.

I know it happened–we were all there–but remembering moments, remembering the utter and pure elation that comes when your team wins it all, can be a hard thing.  It’s easy to remember an event, where you were when, but it is harder to remember a feeling.  In my case, I was so (momentarily) distracted by the accidental breaking of my camera, such a trivial thing, that I almost forgot to let it go and celebrate the moment.  Thank G-d, though, I remembered before it ws too late.

It still feels like a dream.

Like I went to sleep on an early November night and woke up on Boxing Day as though nothing had happened…but it did happen.

I have souveniers, clothing, photos and even music that say it happened.

It happened; we were there, and we won’t forget.