Later today I’ll finally be heading to the not-so-new Yankees Stadium!
I know, I know. It’s about time, right? But keep in mind I’ve been out of town for the past three years. There just haven’t been any opportunities. (The Yankees are good, but they sure as heck don’t play as late as December.)
Anyway, back on point, I’m super psyched to be going. Once I get through those gates, I’m going to do every romantic baseball thing I can think of…you know, grab a $10 beer, complain about how expensive the sushi is and finally put my purse down with a clear head in a public arena without fear of contracting Bed Bugs. (Seriously, New York, what’s that about?)
Oh, I’ll also be grabbing myself a Mark Teixeira shirt. After all, I need to support the man who launched my team into fantasy baseball playoffs (broken pinky toe and all…him, not me). On a side note, what wonderful sweet vindication is that? I’ve clinched first in my division and I’m in the playoffs. I hope Brad Pitt will play me in my bio pic.
In honor of my first trip to the new stadium, I would like to salute my three favorite personal memories of the old stadium. Come on! If Ken Burns can do it, so can I.
(I’m sure mine will be funnier….)
3. My First Yankees Game (Billy Martin Day on August 10, 1986) – I was so excited. This was my first time seeing the Yankees LIVE! I got a hat, t-shirt, jacket, hot dog, cotton candy and a soda. I was also ready to go by the third inning. Come on, cut me some slack. It was hot. I sat through this on-field ceremony and I shopped until I dropped. Plus, I was 7.
2. Fordham College Lincoln Center Goes To the Game – Sure! We might snub our fellow classmates on the Hill, but we would never miss a chance for discount tickets to a game…even if it was against the Blue Jays (pre-Jose Bautisa and Fred Lewis of course). My dad had met me at the game. So when the beer guy came around, he innocently asked my friends, “Who wants a beer?” Naturally, all of our under-aged selves shot our hands up. With pristine comedic timing, he then said, “Great! Who has ID?” All of our hands slowly came down. Cotton Candy and Soda it was.
1. Man Up and Drink Your Beer – Twenty Years after I drove my dad crazy at Billy Martin Day, he drove me crazy in the midst of a two hour rain delay. We had awesome seats in the upper tier, looking right over home plate. Unbeknownst to me, this would be my last time at the old stadium. Anyway, I wasn’t in the mood to leave. I was having a great time, even with the heavens opening up. My dad though…the man who in his heyday had to stay until the last pitch…wasn’t having any of it. He wanted to go right there and then. What was his problem? The rain delay was only an hour old at the time. In between sips of overpriced beer and building an arc on the ramp, I kept yelling “Man up and Drink Your Beer”. Ah Father/Daughter memories… I finally relented. The Yankees did play the rest of that game, but we were home by time it was over.
Ah, memories. Stay tuned for a complete review of the new stadium next week. Between this and going to see the “Wendy Williams Show” this week (How you doin’?), I’m checking stuff off my “Bucket List” left and right. Seriously though, I’m excited to see what they’ve done with the place.
It’s that time of year – Interleague! Who could forget such classic match-ups as Toronto vs. Arizona or Colorado vs. Kansas City? We cannot always meet up with our “natural” rival. In some cases, our team may not even have a “natural” rival, which leads to some pretty lame match-ups. When push comes to shove though, Interleague is still the best thing to happen to Major League Baseball.
Does it devalue the World Series? No way. It just makes the rivalry that more heated. I would make an argument that the All-Star Game deciding Home Field advantage is more devaluing.
However, speaking of devaluing…
The Subway Series
Talk about two teams limping to the midpoint. Ugh! This series has been almost intolerable to watch, or in my case, to listen to on Game Day Audio. The only thing it has going for it is that C.C. is on the mound today, facing Johan.
Which I would love to see if it wasn’t for…
Yeah, I know I’m not in the New York market. Nonetheless, because Chicago is currently the center of the Hockey universe, it’s near impossible to find a decent Baseball game on television. What makes it worse is that the Cubs are playing the thrill-a-moment Texas Rangers and the White Sox are playing the limping Marlins (who are at least at .500 which is better than either of the Chicago teams can say). I finally gave up and landed on Boston vs. Philadelphia on TBS. Tim Wakefield is about to come to bat.
Talk about comedy, which is what you can totally call my…
Fantasy Baseball Team
Teixeria! Mark, you are killing me. You’ve cold again?! You’re like my douchey ex-boyfriend. You can’t be serious!
Which speaking of being the epitome of professionalism…
The TBS Announcers
Come on guys! I understand that Boston took a No-No pretty late into the game yesterday, but it didn’t happen. Move on. Isn’t there a game you should be covering? I’m sorry. Almost No-No’s are no big deal (unless you’re Tom Seaver). If it was a big deal, it would be a No-No. Am I wrong on this?
I’m going to spend the rest of my afternoon reading “The Yankee Years” and eating my homemade soup (which I made for the first time this morning by the way).