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.

8 P.M. Sunday games are the best, not really

This is game number four, I forgot to write about the Boston game, well forgot is not the correct word. I kept putting it off, Saturday night I though “I really should write about the last game I went to before I go to the next game.” Then I fell asleep before the game Sunday and had no time. So let me just say, the game was great, the fans pissed me off which is what normally happens.

~~ Yankees 3, Angels 2 ~~

IMG_1228[1]The seat I had for this game was pretty good, on the main level, a little past the visitor’s dugout, nice view, up under the roof, which I didn’t really need since it was a night game, but it was somewhat protected from the wind so I wasn’t freezing. Of course the temperatures weren’t that bad. Not like opening week, when I went to 3 games and swore I wasn’t going to another game until July when it was warm. What can I say, I’m a sucker for a discount, when I got offered a deal I jumped at it, didn’t look at the game time though, thinking it would be a day game. ESPN I hate you.

I’ve developed a bit of a routine when I go to the games, first I get a hot sausage on a gluten-free roll, then I walk to my seat, then turn around and walk toward the seats behind home plate and I keep going till I get to the stairs heading to the bleachers, then turn around and come back. Normally I come back to my seat but this time I decided to stop in the store at the top of the stairs from the Great Hall. I decided to just snap pictures to kill time and give me something to write about, since I am so good at game analysis the real writers beg me not to write about the game in my blog ….. yes that’s a lie. You can click on any of the pictures to get a bigger image.

IMG_1221[1] IMG_1222[1]This little bear is really cute, I didn’t feel it but it looks really soft, perfect for a baby and I will give fans under 12 months of age a pass on wearing team colors. But once you are able to walk by yourself it’s not acceptable. Of course when it comes to pink team apparel, some are worse than others and while I would personally not buy this for any child of mine, I don’t really object to a little pink hat like this. Some hats however are an abomination.

IMG_1223[1]Hot pink with tiger stripes. I don’t even know what to say about this, it’s wrong on so many levels. Pink is bad enough but tiger strips? Not only the wrong colors, but you can’t even see the logo! Don’t even get me started on the pink bats. They are wiffle bats, I hope I got that right, but with a pink cover with hearts on them. All for sale at Yankee Stadium, I suppose other stadiums sell similar items, but I thought it was rather clever of the Yankees to sell baseball cards in a packet with the Angels on the label when they were playing the Angels. Maybe that wasn’t intentional. Also they have the fat bands with Tanaka on them, which I almost bought. But I had told myself before the game I was only buying food, no souvenirs this time.

After all this wandering and photography it was time to sit, so I did, and so did some other people and had me seriously annoyed by the second inning. I will never understand people who come to the game and then proceed to not watch it. Maybe I am being unfair because they had just got there and obviously needed time to catch up with each other, maybe they should have got to the stadium before the game started in that case. Long story short, I got up to walk around. For quite a while then I came back. I was kind of hoping they would be gone, instead they had moved over and one of them was sitting in my seat. I came in the row and sat down in the next seat. So the man in my seat said, someone is sitting there, I told him, well you’re in my seat. This lead to a discussion of seats and people sitting in others seats and blah blah blah, which lead to me once again leaving my seat.

IMG_1229[1]This time I didn’t go far, I just waited around until they left the seats and swooped in and got mine. Only to be told by the man on the other side, that he thought someone was sitting there. So I told HIM, this is my seat, I paid for it. At which point he laughed and said, “Well he told me I was sitting in his seat.” Surprisingly, they never came back to claim their seats. The rest of the game went by in relative peace, except for one really loud fan that kept yelling “SUPER-SIZE ME!” No idea what that means. There was an Angels fan with a rally monkey, at which point I took my hat off and turned it around, “Rally Hat” (it’s only weird if it doesn’t work). Then the Yankees were behind, then they tied it and my battery was dying so I plugged it in to charge it and the Yankees got another run, on a walk, a walk, a passed ball and a wild pitch. With the Yankees only one run ahead, I had to stay where I was, couldn’t risk moving. David Robertson got his 4th save of the season. Cue Frank Sinatra, run to the ladies room before heading to the train.

Tanaka walked more batters during this game than he has walked in all his previous starts. Can I blame the Angels fan with the monkey for that? However, he struck out 11, his ERA is 2.27 and his WHIP is 0.093, in other words, even when he is having an off night, he is still having a good night. Yankees were behind when he left the game so Warren gets the win.

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

Game 25
Yankees 15-10 (0.600)

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Hot chocolate is so good

Really is there anything better than hot chocolate when it’s so cold you can’t feel the cracks in your smartphone cover? Until you gulp it down and scald your mouth that is. Maybe hot cocoa with Bailey’s is better, but that was not an option.

~~ Orioles 5, Yankees 4 ~~

This was a better game, and a worse game. Better because it wasn’t as cold, I was there with friends (great guys by the way, even if they did make fun of me for not knowing Tanaka’s first name), I got to see two home runs! Don’t mention that were 3 home runs, the first home run was not thrilling. I found the concession stand with the hot chocolate that is so good. The bad? A three run home run by some fool named Schoop and a 9th inning rally that was 2 runs short of what I wanted.

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

Game 10
Yankees 4-5 (0.444) tied with Baltimore and Boston