I wasn’t really planning on doing a blog post about going to see the Yankees this time. I’ve done plenty of them before, and I suspect for most of you, it’s just a bunch of photos of a few men stood around on some grass wearing big gloves. But, I realised over the weekend that this will be the last time I’ll visit this Yankee Stadium. You may know this already, but they are moving across the street at the start of next season into a shiny, new, slightly-Disneyworld-ish-looking Yankee Stadium:
For the second time in two days, I managed to find myself talking to a Christian. On Saturday, when I was in the park, one guy stopped his bicycle next to me and gave me a card and invited me to his church. We soon got off the topic of Jesus, and he was giving me some tips of things to see in the Bronx. And before the game yesterday, waiting to go the Bronx in a subway station (I was waiting in the station, not that the station itself was going to transport me there with creaking concrete, falling rubble, snapping electricity cables, etc.), an overweight fellow in a Seattle Mariners cap and t-shirt hurriedly came through the turnstiles and loudly asked if I was waiting for the train to go to the game. The train took ages to arrive, so we ended up chatting for a while. He showed me his Mariners watch which displays each day’s game on the face, and plays “Take Me Out To The Ball Game” at the game start time. He told me how he’d worked for Jesus in London and Kenya. And how affected he was after visiting the World Trade Center site the day before. He was loud in a touristy way. As we pulled into the station near the stadium, he talked of all the history of the stadium. He was getting withering looks from Yankees fans in the carriage as he said, “Aaah, The House That Ruth Built!” We said goodbye and he gave me his number in case I wanted to visit his church when I visit Seattle.
The game itself wasn’t the best I’ve seen, but it was a fun afternoon. The couple from Milwaukee who were sat next to Derick and I were nice and shared their candy floss with us, as we shared our Crackerjacks with them.
One of the concessions stands had the campest man I’ve ever seen at a sporting event working behind the counter. Not wishing to underestimate your average sports fan’s view on gay culture, but I’m guessing a black man with a very gay voice, lots of showy jewellery and long pink nails is gonna get a some strange looks.
I got to see an Ichiro home run, which is nice. This isn’t the home run, but he’s a series of pictures of him that highlights his quite odd cutesy stance at the plate.
Outside the stadium, here’s a picture of a guy who had just been vomited on, and a picture where you’ll see a dude wanted his fingers to be in my photo of the scene.