When the Red Sox were down three against the Yankees in the American League Championship Series in 2004, I was in bed in my apartment in Queens trying to recover from a cancer operation. I was in so much pain that I kept passing out from it. I was rooting for Boston. I said to myself, “If they can make it, I can make it.”
I loved David Ortiz; it was a wonderful free team of heroes in 2004, and Ortiz was my favorite. He still is.