My Dad's family were from Connecticut and were all huge Yankee fans. My Dad brought me up a baseball fan and I started properly getting into it in my teens.

The first season I followed properly was the 1996 season when we got to the World Series against the Braves. We lost both the opening games at home after Smoltz and Maddux completely shut us down. We then went to Atlanta and won three-in-a-row before coming back to New York to win 4-2. I've been hooked ever since.

I actually stayed up till 3am last night watching Eovaldi pitch a beauty against the Astros. Walk-off 1-0 win. They're showing game two tonight too! Being kept up by a screaming baby has its benefits.