Yankees vs. Angels

Kate got her boss's tickets again, and we went with our friend Ryan to see them play the Angels once more. This time I brought my camera, so I can explain to people how nice the seats are. Here's Derek Jeter up in the bottom of the first:



It was so incredibly hot, I can't even explain it...I made the right choice taking the train rather than riding my bike, even though it meant spending the time getting my clock cleaned by Kate in Scrabble. J/k, it was trill fun.

This time round, the Yankees fared a lot better, though there wasn't a lot of tension after they established their 10-run lead in the fourth. Wang really is fun to watch (nullus), and there were plenty of cool home runs. I think in the eighth, some guys near us started The Wave and it went around the whole park, both decks, three whole revolutions. Pretty damned impressive.

Sneaking Peeks (nullus)

I went to several assorted barbecues and parties on Saturday, and periodically checked the television to see how the baseball games were progressing. I was pleased to see the barbarous Yankees go down to Los California Angeles (nullus), but I kept quiet.

Peeping in on the epic Mets game, I did happen to catch the last two outs of the bottom of the 14th, including Beltran's ridiculous catch. What in the fuck. I didn't see much of the actual game, but someone did let me know when the Mets took it. Amazin'.

Beginnings

My friend Kate works for a dude who has season tickets to the New York Yankees, and he let her have them for the Sunday game against the California Angels. (I am writing this a month and a half later, and by now have learned that they are called the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim, but back then, as far as I was concerned, they were California.)

I don't know hardly anything about baseball, but one thing I'm pretty sure of is that the Yankees are a loathsome lot, and all decent people must yearn for their defeat. That said, it would be poor form, unfun, and pretty poseurish to show up and root for the visiting team knowing jack-shit about either team or the game as a whole. So it's not like I was wearing a jersey or doing this,
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but I was rooting for the proverbial home team, nullus.

So it was me and Kate and our friends Peter and Chris, and it was so awesome. We were like five or six rows back behind the visiting dugout, so close it was literally frightening, like you expect Security to come by and be like "you can't be on the field!" and throw you out.

Peter and I had biked up and were starving, so we immediately ordered like $200 worth of hot dogs and beer. And the game was actually really fun and exciting...the wretched Yankees lost their early lead when they relieved their starting pitcher, then almost came back in the ninth, but ended up losing 4-3.

And then we biked home and went to a party and told everyone how awesome baseball was.