Our visit to the House that Ruth Built

Otherwise known as Yankee Stadium.

We experienced yet another in our lives as New Yorkers last night- our first Yankees game. Actually- our first Yankees vs. Red Sox game as well. Yes, one of the most prolific rivalries in sports, in a legendary stadium that will soon be torn down. We were there.

We arrived at the stadium, were on the complete wrong end of the stadium from where we were supposed to pick up our tickets and had to back-track, met up with our friend DT, then proceeded to wait in line at the wrong gate to get in.

Apparently it was amateur hour at the ballpark.

We got hot dogs and Diet Cokes and found our seats, and spent about half of the first inning readjusting everything and trying to get situated. I should first mention that restaurants and stands in New York never have regular yellow French's mustard, much to the chagrin of KR and AV. It's always the spicy or grainy kind. The ballpark was no exception to this rule.

So spicy mustard and all, we settled in and no sooner had KR put her Diet Coke on the bleacher in front of us, than the 18-year-old chick in front of us knocked it over and didn't apologize... four dollars down the drain.

We bought our tickets yesterday morning and they read "Bleachers- No Alcohol", and with good reason. The bleacher fans needed no further encouragement for their antics. At one point we had a tally going of the number of fans that had been kicked out, but we ultimately lost count because it happened every five minutes and baseball games are nothing if not long.

We had a great time- though I still find it odd to be in attendance at an outdoor sporting even when it's not 105 degrees outside. I was tempted to wear shorts last night out of habit until I saw the forecast for the evening, with a low of 47 degrees. Not exactly shorts weather, even in New York.

We lasted most of the game, but left a little early when the Yankees pulled ahead so that we could avoid the insanity of getting on a train afterward. We discovered that AV had multiple peanut shells in the cuffs of her jeans on the subway ride home- which made the fact that rats and squirrels were chasing her less peculiar. Kidding.

We came, we saw, we stole some kids' cigarettes (it's okay, he was obnoxious and they were subsequently returned... after we allowed him to panic for 10 minutes and almost break his Marc Jacobs for Chinatown sunglasses).

All in all- great night at the ballpark.

"Fans don't boo nobodies."
-Reggie Jackson