I got a chance to take in a game at Yankee Stadium last night, watching Andy Pettite blank the best team in baseball (the Rays) 5 to 0. I was thrilled as I had been worried I wouldn’t get a chance to see the historic stadium before they tore it down in the off season.
As I got off the subway in the Bronx, I found myself surrounded by Yankee paraphernalia. I had worn nondescript clothing, and I found myself feeling like Keno when he infiltrated the Foot Clan’s headquarters. Keep in mind, I currently reside in Massachusetts, where there is actually a law against Yankee fans traveling in groups larger than two, so I was taken aback by this blatant display of wickedness.
My ticket was a gift, and I found myself sitting in the rich seats behind home plate. I have to admit, even though I have no love for the pinstripes, I got a little awestruck as Jeter and A-Rod warmed up their arms in front of me while the jumbotron gave a tribute to Mickey Mantle. Unfortunately, even though we were an hour early to the game, they had already closed off the line to Monument Park. A word to the wise, if you want to see the plaques, get there really early. Here’s another little tidbit I didn’t know about until last night – every time Jeter comes to bat, the recorded voice of the Yankees old announcer Bob Sheppard is used to introduce him.
The problem with these seats is that there are waitresses to serve you in your seat. I can’t tell you how many pitches I missed because this woman was trying to figure out if someone in front of me wanted a fruit salad or a Caesar salad. I couldn’t help but think that they would never put up with this in Fenway, but how do I know since I’ve never sat in their rich seats before?
As for the game, Kazmir of the Rays started out looking unhittable, striking out 5 of the first 6 batters, but then immediately got roughed up for two runs by the bottom of the line up. That was all Pettite needed, as he appeared to cruise through the entire game.
As for you Yankee fans out there, I don’t know how you live with yourselves. Halfway through the game, my entire section was splattered by ketchup packet(s) from above. I had half a mind to complain, hoping that the fallout would be ketchup being outlawed from the park. You animals deserve to eat your hot dogs dry.