WHEN AARON BOONE thinks back on it now, the whole thing is a blur. It was the 11th inning, Game 7 of the 2003 American League Championship Series between the Yankees and Red Sox, and Boone stepped to the plate against Tim Wakefield, who had always unnerved Boone with his knuckleball. With the score 5-5, Wakefield went into his windup and let go that very pitch, which fluttered up to the plate like a piece of windblown confetti.
Boone swung.
As the ball soared high into the leftfield seats, Yankee Stadium erupted in joy.
The Yankees gained a berth in the World Series and Boone secured a place in history, the latter of which has become more meaningful to him as the years have passed.