This was not a last minute decision. I have been planning this for a while, not just this summer. I did my research. Looked at dates of home games, train schedules. Did the Trip Planner thing. Even posted on Facebook and got tips from people who had been there. I was on my way. Then rain happened.
It started when I was on the train, at least for me. When I got to the ballpark, and I was was chuffed to bits that I didn’t get lost, the tarp was on the field. Insert all the swear words.
So for a while I wandered about. Took some pictures, and then the game was called. I was a little peeved that no one told me you walk right past Trenton State Prison on the way to the ballpark! In fact, the murals on the pictures below are painted on the walls of the prison.
This pictures are all I have of this trip.
In the wake of Jonathan Papelbon choking Bryce Harper (see the LINK) some have said Papelbon should never play again, he has been suspended so he won’t be playing again this season, hopefully. Others have sided with Papelbon, saying he was right, as a veteran player such as the person who tweeted this tweet.
There are two problems with that. One is Bryce Harper is the best player on the Nationals, he leads the NL in batting average (.336), runs (117) and OPS (1.125), and is tied for the home run lead (41). You don’t get those numbers by being a ‘lazy shit’. He’s a candidate for National League Most Valuable Player Award, on a better team he would be heading to the post season, possibly the World Series. Papelbon has played 22 games for the Nationals, he has pitched a grand total of 23.2 innings, and a has proven himself a bit of a jerk. Of course I have a history of dislike for Puppybone.
The second thing is Puppybone didn’t stand up or call Harper out for being lazy, he attacked him, he tried to choke him. If it had happened anyplace else Puppybone could be facing criminal charges. But it didn’t and people are defending him. It proves the title of this post.
The other night I was with a friend at a bar, we were talking about accents, which lead to a discussion about words no longer in use. She said her aunts used to tell her, Go tell your uncle I want a Highball. Following that with the statement that if you went to a bar and ordered a highball, most bartenders wouldn’t know what you mean. I told her I knew because my mother used to sing a song and Highball was in the song. Because I was feeling a wee bit cheeky, I sent the following text.
Notice the first response is baseball related. Yep, my addiction to baseball is mom’s fault.
The last two games I have been to at Yankee Stadium I have not bothered to write about, the first I waited too long, the second was only memorable in that it wasn’t memorable at all. When I got home I was trying to find one memorable thing to say besides, it was so hot. Strawberry daiquiris are good – and strong. Except, I may be confused about the dates and number of games. That happens sometimes.
July 2 was the date and it was so hot I got a frozen strawberry daiquiri, I made a comment about I would need to drink it slow because it was so frozen and icy, then an hour later I was looking at the bottom of the empty glass and wondering if I should get another. The other things I remember are, my bison jerky had been chewed on (probably by a little furred creature), we got to the stadium too late to get a Lou Gehrig bobblehead, the Yankees lost and on the way home I got caught in the rain. On the plus side I got to see Em and Gwen and Gwen’s friend and we got to go to dinner. Which is why I got caught in the rain, if I had gone straight home, of course I didn’t because, dinner.
My last three baseball games have been minor league games. I finally got Em to come to one, opening day in June. Then I went to the game on July 4th, that was a last minute decision because my other plans got cancelled. I would much rather sit in a baseball stadium and watch fireworks than stand or sit in a field. I also went July 6th & 7th. July 7th was a double header which made for a very late night, and on the subway home some people were playing charades. Only in New York.