First Subway Series of 2009.

It's the bottom of the ninth and the Mets are up 8-7. K-Rod comes out to make the save for the Mets.

The Yankees start with the bottom of the order, Brett Gardner. Easy out for a man like K-Rod.

The top of the lineup, Derek Jeter, comes to the plate. Amazingly, even though nothing this man does should surprise us anymore, he gets a base hit. Okay. So we have the tying run on base with one out against K-Rod.

I'm still shaking and going through all my nervous tics.

Johnny Damon pinch hits for Nick Swisher. Damon wasn't in the game due to eye problems and fatigue in the past few.

I'm now sweating.

Damon works the count well considering he's not at his best and whom he's facing. He strikes out while Jeter steals second base.

Mark Teixeira comes up. Two outs now. Tex has become so integral to the Yankees and so natural that it feels like he's with the team a lot longer than less than half a season. He's an amazing hitter who can constantly be counted on to do something with the ball. Now that we've left April behind us, mind you.

This time, Tex holds back on K-Rod's feel-out pitches. He gets three balls and Mets manager Manuel gives the go ahead to walk Tex. That makes sense. K-Rod is good but pitching to Tex on a hitter's count is too dangerous with a one run lead.

That brings up A-Rod. (A-Rod faces K-Rod, Michael Kay inventively informs us.) Now we're still at two outs but with first and second manned.

By this point my heart is fluttering but I'm trying to play it cool. A-Rod isn't anywhere near his usual standards. He's been doing good but good is not where A-Rod peaks. Still, inside this A-Rod with a low batting average is the 'best baseball player in the world' as they like to say (or liked to say) who could come out and strike at any moment.

A-Rod doesn't go down easy but finally it comes. The most dreaded of hits in this situation.

Alex Rodriguez pops it up.

We all feel it. He slams his bat into the ground while performing the ritual run to first base. I'm torn between empathizing with him and wanting to shake him in order to get him back to greatness quicker.

The coverage quickly moves to the Mets' second baseman Castillo. He follows the ball and opens his mitt to end the game and give NYY a four-game losing streak. I know I should just walk away but you've got see the last out. You just do.

Here comes the ball.

In the glove.

AND RIGHT BACK OUT OF IT.

Derek Jeter scores. Mark Teixeira runs his ass off and reaches home safely. The Yankees win. I'm sure that John Sterling is warbling for his life in the Bronx.

A-Rod freaks the hell out. Like you do. The boys all jumble together in the way you only see on a walk-off win.

I think Yankee fans across the globe just wore out their vocal chords with all the screaming and laughing.

When something as magical as that happens, the entire game disappears. All the mistakes, concerns, frustrations, previous losses...there is only the win. The comeback, walk-off, out-of-nowhere, mystifying, glorious, all-powerful, the be-all and end-all W.

God bless The Mets!

(I just had to share for those of you who were not tuned in.)