Oh Take Me Out to My First Ball Game...
please Tom, before we leave NY. Now this wasn't my first baseball game, I mean I did watch the Salt Lake Trappers a few times, and my little brothers t-ball games, but it was my first major league game, not to mention my first NY Yankees game.
I woke up yesterday morning to the heavy sound of thunder and rain. The last thing I wanted to do was sit through a rainy game or have it rained out after I made the effort to get up there, arrange a babysitter, and take care of everything else that goes into leaving your child for the night. My day wasn't exactly spent looking forward to the evening that I had dreamed of....eating cracker jacks, hot dogs, sitting with crazy fans. I spent most of it running from here to there with a higher than normal amount of anxiety, even including my subway ride up to 161st street stop, Yankee Stadium, fearing I would be the reason we were too late to receive a free hat. But, there is something to be said about the energy of Yankees fans, as I stepped off the train surrounded by a sea of navy blue and white baseball hats and t shirts, the excitement began to set in. We walked through the turnstile and handed the men our tickets, I could already hear the crowd cheering as the stadium blasted the Imperial March from Star Wars, I knew this night would fulfill my expectations, and we did get our hats!
Yankee stadium filled up quickly with its die hard crazed fans. I at some points felt a little out of place, not screaming my lungs out every time we struck out or missed a fly ball. We did have our share of ball park dogs and cracker jacks, and by the end of the 7th inning, when we came back 4 to 1, we fit right in.
I admit, I had heard of A-Rod and Derek Jeter before, mainly in overhearing my old employees conversations or looking over subway riders shoulders at their newspapers, but watching them play gave me a love for them that I didn't think was possible, at least for me. I am now a Yankees fan,I might even join in on a Yankees conversation, or buy my son a Yankees t-shirt, heck I might even follow them for the rest of the season
Thursday, July 19, 2007 at 2:33AM
Reader Comments (2)
Um, should I be hurt? Or did you really not attend any of my softball games? Not that I would've blamed you if you didn't. There's only so many times you can watch me not hit the ball and try to cheer me up as I walk back to the team striking out once again as Niki Breder has just hit another home run!! ("There there Tara it's okay, whoa no need to throw the helmet. Ouch. Ouch that helmet is actually a whole lot heavier than it looks and yeah I think my toe is now broken but it's okay that you didn't hit the ball, again. Or that you didn't even ever swing to hit the ball, again. Tara, honey, the reason Niki hits the ball is because she swings, yes, yes I know, okay, yes I will walk away, but I wish you would stop the tears and the yelling, see how I am using a quiet voice? Okay I'm going to crawl back to mom who is currently yelling at someone, as usual. But I'm so glad I came Tara. Seriously, win or lose. Oh okay, going going. Painfully."
I'm glad you had your Yankees experience (go Red Sox) and got your free hats most importantly. Must have free hats if there are free hats to be had. Must. You are your mother's daughter after all. Those pitcher's arms are always so crazy to me. I swear they must be double jointed because they look so abnormal and frankly kind of freaky the way they twist all about. I trust that you are eating a hot dog, because you like hot dogs, but in my head, it's a twinkie. Why? Because I just like the idea of you eating a twinkie at a baseball game.
so cute. I am not a huge fan either but it's something you just have to do when you live in NY.
even though the whole time I was nudging mike to get the cotton candy guy to come to our row.