~~Yankees 7, Blue Jays 5~~
When Kasey and I got to the train station she turns to me, “I hear a train whistle.” She was worried, I said, “It’s across the river.” She grinned back at me, “You’re right.” Across the river from the MetroNorth station is another railroad track, the train whistles carry across the water, you can tell by the tone of the whistle though, especially when you hear them every day.
We had originally planned to go downtown first but since we got started later then planned we went straight to the Stadium and decided to have lunch at the Hard Rock Cafe, which is also a Rock Music museum, while waiting for our table I was looking at pictures on the wall. There was a picture of Bob Dylan which I read and learned that Bob Dylan wrote a song about Catfish Hunter (I have since bought it and put it on my iPod). We took a quick walk by to say Hi to @SimplySmoov who was busy working. I took my scorebook, which lead to an interesting encounter while waiting for the D train. It got messed up right away, since I wrote Yankees line up while on the train and it was changed by the time we got to the stadium. Swisher got scratched and Thames was put in right field, don’t know why him and not Kearns, maybe for his bat?
The Jays took an early lead, then the Yankees tied then went ahead, then the Blue Jays tied up the game again, all by the 5th inning. Vazquez was the starting pitcher, was taken out in the 5th inning and Moseley came in and first pitch was hit hard and the Blue Jays scored the two runs that tied the game, all the runs were charged to Javier, not a good day for him. Then in the 7th inning Marcus Thames hit a two run home run. The rest of the relief pitchers held the Jays to no runs.
At the end of the eighth inning Kasey turns to me and says, “Is it Mo time?” And it was. Being at the stadium when Mo comes out to pitch is an electric experience, like none other. At the second out, the crowd stands and just waits. Mo did not disappoint, with 10 pitches he was done.
Sometime during the game they showed hi-lights from yesterdays game, they showed the last out, a pop-up in foul territory, Pena comes down from 3rd base to catch it, Mo came over to catch it, and almost runs into him, he pulls up at the last minute and his shoulder were shaking, like he was laughing.
Some personal notes: Jose Bautista was booed every time he came up to bat, the last time he was called out and he got mad, started arguing with the umpire and was promptly thrown out. The crowd just went crazy, waving their arms at him, shooing him back to the dugout. Sitting near us were some Jays fans. We could tell by the Canadian flag this one guy was wearing as a cape. The guy behind me was a real loud mouth, the woman next to Kasey kept bumping her with her elbow, and there was this old lady a couple rows away from us clapping her hands and yelling like she knew something (she didn’t).
Kasey called Thames home run. Don’t know how she could see he was antsy from our seats but she did and said this is it. Boom into the bullpen. Then waiting for the 4 train, the man behind me remarked that we had the same scorebook. I didn’t show him how messy mine was, but he and his wife (?) are from the San Francisco Bay area, but are Yankee fans. They come out every year for their vacation, schedule it to attend 5 or 6 games. That is my idea of a vacation. I wonder if my mom would take me to Yankee games when I visit her in Seattle.
It was a beautiful day for a ballgame, and a perfect evening to be walking around Manhattan. After the game we went downtown, sort of to do shopping, but instead we walked around. Went in a few stores found nothing then stopped to eat at Madison and Vine. We both had been wanting to eat there.
~~and that’s all~~ lo dice la principessa 😛