One thing I miss out here, having moved 1,797 miles from Yankee Stadium, is of course the chance to see the boys in pinstripes with the white interlocking "NYs" on their chests take the field. Last year was my first full major league season living in Colorado, but the Yankees didn't make it out here for inter-league play. This year, while reviewing the Rockies schedule I noticed the Yankees were coming to town and I suggested to Brenda that we go; she was very non-committal. I should have figured out what that meant, but of course I didn't. I found out on my birthday, when I opened my present, which was a pair of tickets to game one of the series, tonight. Not only that, but we would be sitting behind the visitors' dugout. The Yankee dugout.
The road grey uniforms took some getting used to, as I'd never seen those live before. Another change was the Harley Davidson animated motorcycle race through the Rocky Mountains replacing the festive little "subway challenge" animated subway race they do on the scoreboard back home in Yankee Stadium. "The four train! The four's a LOCK!" I would yell, every time; so I went for the green Harley tonight, but he lost. Just like the goddamned Yankees. Oh well.
But I supported the troops, with the standard Yankee war chant: "LET's go, YANkees!" (clap, clap, clap-clap-clap!) I did this until my throat was raw. It was a great game, really, despite the loss, and the popularity of the Yankees actually brought the pain of attending a MLB game back to the fore; the 41,000+ fans that showed up for the game actually stayed 'till the bitter end, so the mass exodus was a study in group dynamics and the effects of alcohol. It also took 30 minutes to get out of the parking garage, and this was due to retards paying with change -- just goes to show you assholes are everywhere, not just in New York. By the way, we parked several blocks from the stadium because the main lot was full, and all the commercial garages within several blocks of the stadium were charging between $25 and $40 to park for the evening. The best part was the handwritten signs with "$40" written on them, hastily taped over the normal $15 charge on the event parking signs they were all displaying. Do pirate parking lot attendants travel with the Yankees? One wonders.
The experience was in many ways a taste of what I miss about New York, and what I don't. But above all, it was a great birthday present and a great night at the ballpark. Thanks, Brenda!
lighting simulationist, crossfitter, former drinker.