Yes, that is me.
I paid $290. A woman working in the Back Bay posted it on craigslist on the morning of the game. I jumped right on it and had the ducat within 20 minutes. She only had one ticket and a work commitment so going to the game wasn't a real option for her. I went home to shower and get changed before jumping on the next Amtrak. No bag. No hotel. Just a ticket. Only Sox gear was pair of crew socks I still have (I was warned by a Queens buddy before the game that Sox fans were getting it rough...so I might want to dress down).
More like blacking out before the final out. Somehow finding my way back to Manhattan. Vague memories of a dive. Ended up at a diner near the ESB for a cheeseburger. Eventually got to Penn Station for early train back home. What a night.
A week later, I was in St. Louis for Game 4 all because I knew Wayne Gretzky didn't win the Cup in 1986.