Thursday, July 14, 2005
Finally, The Yankees
Kristen and I have not had the best luck attempting to see a game at Yankee Stadium, but we were determined to give it a try Friday night in New York. We knew it might be an interesting evening as our plane bounced into New York around lunchtime amid the remnants of Tropical Storm Cindy.
We walked three blocks from grand central to our hotel, so we were soaked to the bone by the time we got there. I was reminded of the very funny Jake Johannsen, who once said the best thing about New York is that when it rains, it makes its own gravy.
The weather radar looked promising two hours before the game, so we left in light drizzle for Yankee Stadium. We emerged from the subway a half hour later to considerably heavier precipitation, but we trudged on to the stadium anyway. After buying the obligatory jersey for our daughter, we climbed and climbed and climbed to our seats, which were at the rough elevation of Mount Mitchell.
As we neared game time, it was still raining hard and there were no signs of activity on the field. We figured it would be another rain out. About the time of the scheduled start, the field crew removed the tarp from the infield, and players emerged to warm up. Hooray! We would finally get to see the Yankees play.
Our bodies and spirits were considerably dampened after sitting in the rain for two hours. You would be surprised how quickly you can forget it is the middle July when it is 64 degrees with a 16 mph wind and you are soaking wet. After we stood up for the seventh inning stretch and realized we were each carrying about 50 pounds of water in our clothes, we called it a night and returned to the hotel.
Note to self for next time: unlike in the south, you are allowed to take umbrellas into the stadium.
We walked three blocks from grand central to our hotel, so we were soaked to the bone by the time we got there. I was reminded of the very funny Jake Johannsen, who once said the best thing about New York is that when it rains, it makes its own gravy.
The weather radar looked promising two hours before the game, so we left in light drizzle for Yankee Stadium. We emerged from the subway a half hour later to considerably heavier precipitation, but we trudged on to the stadium anyway. After buying the obligatory jersey for our daughter, we climbed and climbed and climbed to our seats, which were at the rough elevation of Mount Mitchell.
As we neared game time, it was still raining hard and there were no signs of activity on the field. We figured it would be another rain out. About the time of the scheduled start, the field crew removed the tarp from the infield, and players emerged to warm up. Hooray! We would finally get to see the Yankees play.
Our bodies and spirits were considerably dampened after sitting in the rain for two hours. You would be surprised how quickly you can forget it is the middle July when it is 64 degrees with a 16 mph wind and you are soaking wet. After we stood up for the seventh inning stretch and realized we were each carrying about 50 pounds of water in our clothes, we called it a night and returned to the hotel.
Note to self for next time: unlike in the south, you are allowed to take umbrellas into the stadium.
