Game Seven of the 2004 ALCS was one of the most emotional events of my life.Even though it was over by the second inning. Even though we were fated to be handpicked by the Gods and dipped in awesome that fateful season, it was inning after inning of hold your breath, drink your beer, swat at the walls and don't mention the past.Because to that point, all I'd known was that when everything was on the line, we couldn't beat the Yankees.I was too young to recall 1978. But I remembere...