My son and I watched game 4 together. He left early the next morning to go back to college. We spent most of the next 3 games on the phone while watching the games. He was watching on cable and I was watching on satelite which is 10 -15 seconds slower. In Game 6, I almost had a heart attack on the ARod dribbler. My son was giving me the play by play before I was seeing the action. When he told me that the ball was rolling around in right field and Jeter had scored, my heart sank. When the umps huddled and reversed the call (the second reversed call of the night), that was the first time that I really thought we would win the series. The Yankees never had calls reversed against them.
In game 7, I was still nervous in the last inning after having lived through heartbreak on many prior ocassions. My son brought me to my senses on the other end of the phone when he asked me how big of a lead I would have to have to feel comfortable. With that, I realized that a 7 run lead in the 9th inning was plenty and I started to enjoy it.