As we mentioned in an earlier thread, last night we were treated to the pleasure (never thought I’d write this, but hey, 12-6 loss perks one up, right?) of a night in Yankee Stadium. It is likely to be our last trip to the fabled park, and it was a lovely night for baseball. Our host, longstanding possessor of some of the best seats in the house, was generous to allow an enemy on such territory, and for that we are thankful. A few more pics after the jump.
We appreciate culinary variety, but really, who the heck eats food with a knife and fork at Yankee Stadium? We love eggplant parm, and the Arthur Avenue version is legendary (he beat Flay in a throwdown!), but really, silverware?
We really don’t like him, but man Pettitte has a smooth motion. And we were able to see the vaunted pickoff move up close, sitting right behind first base. God knows he had plenty of chances to show it off!
Side story: Alfredo Griffin had a gamelong chat, inning after inning, with a couple of baseball Annies a couple of seats behind us. Not sure if there was any action postgame though.
Ok, here’s a sincere reason we feel animosity towards New York Yankee fans, even as we have lived here for 15 years and are tipping 40. This kid got not one but TWO foul balls from players/coaches walking off the field between innings. Normal human decency would have led the kid (and his dad, sitting proudly next to him in Yankee garb,) to let another one of the dozens of youngsters sitting around us to have one of those balls. It is one thing to have the luck to nab two foul balls that leave the field, it’s another thing to take, with no shame, two game balls from guys leaving the field. Little jerk. Spread the wealth next time. And your dad should know better, for sure.
That being said, it was a great night, and Yankee Stadium is at its best on a warm summer evening, the house filled and the Yankees trailing by 8. We just might miss it.