i love baseball. i love the history of it. the experience of it. i love baseball uniforms and hats. i was raised on a baseball field with a mitt on my left hand. i was raised kicking the dirt with my cleats and taking practice swings in the batter's box. baseball is in me. i understand it. take me out to the ball game--oh please take me out to the ball game. i'd go any day. it's the ideal date. the ideal way to spend a sunday afternoon--any afternoon.
so when my aunt offered me her extra ticket for last thursday night i did everything in my power to finagle my way out of of work. and finagle it did--success!
so dressed in my blue and white striped t with my yankee cap placed firmly atop my crown (i've been to many a stadium and seen many teams with many fans--but no one dresses for the occasion quite like new yorkers) i headed uptown to see the bronx bombers play in the brand spankin' new stadium.
in many ways the new stadium looks much like the old (phew, relief)--it's just newer. but the really interesting thing is that baseball fields are as influential a player of the game as anyone else involved. each field in each stadium differs: where are the holes, the gaps? how easy is it to hit a home run? well, in this stadium, it would seem that home runs are easier to come by than in others (it will be interesting to see how this comes into play in the years to come).
so on thursday night i sat in my seat way (way, way) behind home plate with its magnificent view, covered in a fleece blanket and cheered and cheered. and i dreamed of the day that husband-to-be and i will have season tickets. and then when mo (perhaps the greatest closer of all time--a closer is a pitcher who comes in to finish the game when his team is ahead) sauntered down from the back of center field we all stood and cheered as he delivered three easy outs. mariano rivera (mo) is a rockstar of baseball if ever there was one. and so with the win the voice of frank sinatra wafted through the stadium--when the yankees win they play sinatra's "new york, new york"--and we all hummed along as the thousands of new yorkers dispersed back to their own personal pockets of the city.
and i went to bed happy. in my pocket. in my bed. on the upper west side. dreaming of the fields of my youth and the games of the future.
11 comments:
Like a true New Yorker...:)
Oh so awesome. I love baseball too, my great uncle George Dockins played for the Cardnials and the Dodgers. Google him. True stuff. Runs in my blood..Glad you got a game in.
Me too! There is nothing like a Yankee's game. We had to fly to New York last August--just to see the Yankee's play in the old stadium before it was gone. It was pretty much one of my favorite trips ever!
First of all you inspired me to make a list of 25 before I'm 25... I've got 5 years to go :).
Second there is nothing like a good old baseball game! I recently went to a Padres game but I would love to see the yankees play in that stadium!
my god! I just got goosbumps all over! and I'm no fan of baseball! xoxo
I have so many awesome memories of going to Angel games...Hub and I have been to so many together.
I remember falling asleep at my grandmother's house to the voice of Vin Scully.
Hub played a small part in the making of the Padre's Stadium.
I totally understand:)
That sounds absolutely magical.
this is a WONDERFUL idea...I might steal it. do you mind? :)
and by "this" I mean, the 25 by 25 thing.
steal away!
YEAH! Go Yanks! I have missed your words and am dying to finish this comment and read how you're doing on your list.
Post a Comment