Yankees vs. Red Sox

Going to Yankees vs. Red Sox at Fenway is on my sports bucket list. I’ve reached the point where I am sure it’ll never happen. So the next best thing is Yankees vs. Red Sox at Prof Thom’s “the Boston Bar” in New York City. 🌃

As I sit here in my jean jacket and red knit hat, with my Yankee bling carefully hidden under my jacket, my hope was I would jinx the Sox. It does not seem to be working. 

The crowd doesn’t seem to be particularly interested in the game. In fact I might not be the only Yankee fan here. Castro got a base hit, there was clapping, the bartender walked to the other end of the bar shaking his head. I feel sorry for him. There is a couple at the bar rooting for the Sox but overall it’s pretty quiet. I’m rather disappointed.

Finally I work up the courage to talk the bartender. I’m afraid he’ll be able to tell I’m not a Sox fan, bartenders are able to suss these things out. He replies to my comments: “Well most of our customers are Boston fans (I knew that) so when the Sox are in town they are at the game.” This is me with my blank face that means “Yes of course.” or “I am an idiot.” I know what I have to do, I have to come back when the Yankees are at Fenway. I don my sunglasses and casually walk out.

Oh and my jinx worked – in the opposite direction. Boston won 5-4.

Home Opener

Flush with victory, the Yankees over the Rays and myself with my jinx, both of us headed to the Bronx. Are you ready for some baseball in the city?

~~ Yankees 8, Rays 1 ~~
Monday, 10 April 2017

I managed to get a ticket for the home opener, not great seats but I’m not picky.

Still, the last time I had seen the Yankees vs Rays the Rays scored 10 runs by the 3rd inning. I was a little nervous.

It was however a beautiful day. Marred only by the idiots sitting around me. I left my seat around the 6th or 7th inning and never went back.

Big Mike was perfect through 7 then Evan Fucking Longoria hit a double. I almost went over the wall and went after him, I wasn’t going to do any permanent damage just rough him up a bit.

And the Yankees won! Two in a row, which stretched to 8 in a row before they lost to the White Sox.
~~ Questo è tutto, dice la principessa ~~ 😛


Yankees 10-5 (0.667)

My jinx is gone or poor little dirty orange birds

~~ New York Yankees 7, Baltimore Orioles 3 ~~

Sunday, 9 April 2017

For quite awhile I have not been turning on a game to watch if it had already started. I’m not superstitious about baseball. Not at all. 

It started with the Os, Em sent me a text saying the Yankees were winning so I turned on the game. Almost immediately the pitcher, (I think it was Hughes) gave up about 5 runs and the Yankees. And I was wearing orange socks. Fast forward to this season when Em sent me a text “Ur pretty!” I was confused, it’s not like her to tell me I’m pretty. It was cleared up with a following text, she was talking about “My Pretty” who had just scored the go ahead run against (once again), the Os. I took a chance and turned on the game, the first thing I see is a player tripping over the grass and bobbling a play. It was Chris Davis I think, and the Yankees took advantage and won the game, handing Baltimore their first loss and coming home with a 2-4 record.

~~ Questo è tutto, dice la principessa ~~ 😛

Opening Day

~~ Tampa Bay Rays 7, New York Yankees 3 ~~

Yesterday I read a blog post about how everyone quit blogging in 2016. I realized that statement could apply to me. Today while watching the game I decided I should start again with blog posts for games. After all today is opening day.

And what a shitshow it was. Tanaka is our ace and he gave up 7 runs. He now has a less than sparkling ERA of 23.63. He lasted less than 3 innings. Our bullpen held the Rays to those 7 runs. Gah what a start to the season.

~~ Questo è tutto, dice la principessa ~~

Game 1
Yankees 0-1

Let me tell you a story

**contains profanity**
As I write this the Yankees have just lost to the Red Sox. Earlier today I unfriended a guy that claims to be a Yankee fan but does nothing but complain about how bad the team is and how bad Girardi manages, today he said he wanted to “test Teixeira’s leg with a ball peen hammer.” Maybe he has never had a bone bruise, I unfollowed him.

I am the only Yankee fan in my family. My mother is from Detroit, she roots for the the Tigers and the Spartans (although she will deny it, I know the truth). My father is from Arkansas and is a college sports fan, in particular college football. He is a fountain of knowledge, the smartest man I know. I was born in California but I grew up in Florida. I hated Florida and clung to California, rooting for any California team, mainly just to piss people off. Sometime in my teenage years I saw Catfish Hunter pitch. My father told me ‘You don’t want to root for the Yankees.’ The NY Yankees, a place I had never been, never imagined I ever go even to visit. In retrospect he was right, rooting for the Yankees is heartbreaking. But as a teenage girl, an unhappy teenage girl who hated her life and her parents, it stuck a thought in my head. And when I met the person who became my BFF, who is still my BFF, who offered a place to live in New York with her, I ran away from home. I was 22. If you knew my mother you would know why I say I ran away from home. Now as a New Yorker I no longer had to be a closet Yankee fan. I could be open about it.

My family of course still hated it (they will maintain they don’t hate me, but I have my doubts), they are now living in Seattle and so are Mariners fans. Except for my father who is still a college (Arkansas) football fan, and still the smartest man I know. And still wonders where he went wrong that one of his children still roots for the Yankees.

That brings me to this year, this has been a horrible year for me. On Memorial Day my nephew died. He had cancer, and even worse than that, my father called to tell me and he was crying. I HAVE NEVER HEARD MY FATHER CRY IN MY LIFE. When my other nephew died, my brother called because “Daddy said he tired and going to bed.” It was only midnight, something was wrong. Maybe he cried, but I never heard it. It shook me, my father is strong, if I needed anything I could count on him, then in July he went in the hospital because of a problem with his colon and had emergency surgery, then another surgery. I felt my life was falling apart. Now he’s home and healing, but weak my mother says. FUCK YOU CANCER AND OLD AGE!

Now, I need something good to happen, which is not happening, the fucking Blue Jays in FIRST PLACE! NO the Yankees have to win, the Yankees have to at least make it to the world series. Your princess commands it.

The person responsible for this

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.

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Notice the first response is baseball related. Yep, my addiction to baseball is mom’s fault.

Are we ready for some baseball?

The World Series starts tomorrow night. It’s a Blue and Orange series or a White and Black Series, depending on which color’s you prefer to go with.

People keep asking me, what team are you rooting for? I say, Sabres and Bills and Bruins. With the Yankees not in the Series and since I have no real animosity or affection for either of these teams, I can’t pick a favorite. I’ve already switched the mindset to hockey, and it’ll stay there until February 20th. That’s when pitchers and catchers report.

It’s a beach

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.