winning the world series is the single most fun thing you can ever do in your life

so last night i went up to the bronx to watch game 6 at a yankees bar with some buddies and the full intention to riot (win or lose). this was the first time i've ever been in a city where the world series was happening/being won by the home team, so only knowing loss and shame and embarassment from my life in baseball thus far, i really wanted to live/kill it. for reasons i'll detail below, last night was more fun than i've had in years, easily the best time i've ever had in new york for sure. holy shit winning the world series is the best.

so we got up there at 6 (two hours before first pitch) to stake out a spot in a bar and it was already a complete madhouse around the entire stadium. had a couple beers and made our presence felt at yankee tavern so we had some real estate, then took it to the corner across the street for 40s because there was still an hour before gametime and we were already sick of being shoulder to shoulder. watching the game itself wasn't that fun - this bar was so crowded nobody could move an inch, and standing like that for 6 hours (pre-game and then game itself) is no way to enjoy getting increasingly drunk. things got shaken up in the 8th inning, when a giant fight broke out in this relatively small bar involving quite possibly the largest man i've ever seen in my life and some other poor soul.

anyway, cut to the chase and they win and there's the celebratory collective beersplosion on everything etc etc. we immediately take to the streets and just start running arms raised and shrieking towards yankee stadium (a half block away). everyone is starting to pour out of bars but we were at the head of the pack. as soon as we reach the stadium, i realize i haven't stopped screaming for a solid 3 minutes, haven't had any water or food in 7 hours, only like 8 beers and a 40. so i try to catch my breath (none to be had) and make the right choice: puke on yankee stadium itself, as thousands of people are streaming out of it. unbelievably satisfying.

then the revelry started, and i was pretty out of control, so i'll recap the best i can as my friends reported back to me on the way home (obviously they can corroborate all of this):

- high fived and hugged somewhere around 10,000 people (their estimate) - so wonderful to interact joyously with so many walks of life, in the street, in a giant crowd.
- just continuous, nonstop screaming (no voice today is my reward)
- 2 lampposts/traffic poles climbed about halfway up each
- 6 or 7 cops screamed at me to get the fuck off said lamppost and traffic pole
- all those cops i high fived and a couple i hugged when i got down (also, SO satisfying)
- high fived a few dozen other cops (props to them, they were pretty cool about everything and weren't really busting balls as hard as they could have been)
- heard the words i really wanted to hear: a police captain was trying to clear a crowd i was in by explaining someone had just gotten stabbed near us and he didn't want a riot, and this was a) less than 10 minutes after the game ended, b) on yankee stadium property. definitely a highlight.

i can't remember much else, it was just the most fucking fun in the world. and this street shitshow lasted for at least 2 hours, because the game ended around midnight and by 2:30 we were in a diner across the street from the stadium for eggs, so until then i guess it was all just sort of continuing to happen. i'll try to find out if there's any photographic evidence, i think there might be, and i'll post it later. so in conclusion, winning the world series is the greatest thing that can ever happen. i can't fucking wait for the cubs' turn.