The Splendid Torture

Miracle! Praise the Gods! A ticket for tonight’s festivities has fallen into our laps, and so we’re off to the Ballpark in the Bronx, hoping the skies clear and the Yankee bats come alive once more. Look for us in the leftfield bleachers, front and center, encouraging our boys as never before.

Will it last five hours? Six? More? We’re ready. The battle is before us. Our subterannean charriot awaits. GO YANKS!

2 comments… add one
  • The ideal night:
    Just enough rain to cause extreme discomfort to 55,000 Yankees fans but not to Curt, a couple of cold 6 dollar hot dogs, watery 8 dollar beers, and an eventual Bosox win. What could be better than 55,000 Yankees fans with the sniffles, a hangover, and a game 7 on tap? GO SOX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    SF October 19, 2004, 5:50 pm
  • And have a miserable train ride home, YF.

    SF October 19, 2004, 6:00 pm

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