Katherine and I spent Tuesday afternoon in the sun, watching the New York Yankees on opening day. Sweet!
K was offered 2 tickets from a supplier at work (with whom she does a lot of business) and we could not pass them up. I have been out of the office a lot this year, but I thought to myself..
"Self, What's one more half-day?"
We hopped on the 4 train for the long ride to the Bronx (161st St!!!) with loads of other luck fans lucky enough to have a ticket. When we arrived, this is what we saw:
It was perfect except our seats were not that good (or so we thought). We actually went to the wrong seats in 2 sections above our correct seats. A drunk dude came by and told us that we were in his seats. We disagreed and sent him to find a customer service rep (they are NOWHERE to be found). Before he came back again, we started to think that maybe we were in the wrong seats. We were. He returned and we gladly got up and moved down to a sunnier seats that were not surround by drunk Yankee hooligans.
Nice. The new seats had a better view because peoples asses were not constantly in our face. Up at the top, people would NOT sit down! In the slightly better seats, people still yelled, screamed, and cursed, but somehow it was much more enjoyable.
In the photo above, you can actually see the ball part-way between the mound and the batter.
So what happened in the game? We (Yankees) won in a great 8th inning rally with a 3-run homer from Derek Jeter. Phew.