That’s me off to the left looking impatiently at my husband Michael. I was dying to get inside to watch the Yankees take batting practice, but he was stopping to shoot pictures. The nerve! Actually, I was the one who was stopping in the parking lot to meet Yankee fans. I kept whipping out the She-Fan Cam, hoping to get some words of optimism from my fellow followers of the pinstripes. Here’s one fan who didn’t seem to be nearly as nervous about the game as I was.
It was my fault that we missed batting practice. I was too busy being Jeanne Zelasko. By the time we got inside the stadium, it was too late for food/beverages too. The game was about to start and we needed to find our seats. We were in the section just above the press box – way up there but with a great view of the action.
I was heartened that, despite the sea of red surrounding us, there were Yankee fans sitting directly behind us. It was just like being in the Bronx. Well, except for these.
One diehard Angels she-fan even clutched her rally monkey while she settled in with her radio and scorecard.
I figured there must be something to the whole thunderstix thing, so I blew one up.
I know. It looks….wrong.
With no score in the third inning, I turned around and asked the Yankee fans for their game predictions.
6-2? I could live with that. But I needed another opinion. Two more opinions, as it turned out.
Fourth inning. Time to focus. A-Rod singled to lead off. Posada doubled. Matsui K-ed. (Hideki, come back to us. You looked half dead last night.) A-Rod sprinted home on Cano’s fielder’s choice and made a great slide past Napoli. If I ever have to have hip surgery, I want A-Rod’s doctor doing it.
Melky’s two-run single was enough to make me relax a little, but a 3-0 lead wasn’t nearly enough. And then came that bizarre out call on Swisher for allegedly leaving the bag too early. Just a bad, bad call. A-Rod’s homer in the fifth was a thing of beauty and a nice greeting for Bulger after Kazmir departed. But what was up with Posada in that inning? He didn’t score on Cano’s double and then got caught in that rundown? (More terrible officiating.) On top of that, Jorge forgot how many outs there were and A-Rod had to run in and cover home. I know JoPo has gotten hit in the mask a lot over the course of his career, but hello?
After Morales put the Angels on the board in the fifth to make it 5-1, I said to the Angels fan next to me, “Do you think your team will come back?” He smiled and played more drums with his thunderstix.
Damon’s homer for 7-1 took the crowd out of the game. And when Abreu airmailed that throw in from right field, allowing A-Rod to score in the ninth, many fans started filing out. Melky’s double to put the Yanks up 10-1 made the place feel like a funeral home. Even the fan next to me conceded defeat by doing this.
But I’ve left out the best part of the night: CC. I kept thinking he would run out of gas. Instead, he seemed to get stronger as the game went on. It was such a pleasure to watch a pitcher in his prime, performing well on the big stage.
Feeling exhilarated by the win, I headed out and ran into similarly ecstatic Yankee fans. First came Brian, who was waiting outside the men’s room. Perhaps he forgot to take his Avodart.
Next, I met a woman named Cathy, who said her father had been an usher at Yankee Stadium so he could make extra money for her piano lessons. She and I got into it over a certain Yankee.
As we made our way down the ramp, I heard a she-fan yelling “Let’s go Yankees.” Naturally, I went over to say hi. It was dark out there, but her enthusiasm came through loud and clear.
And finally, back in the parking lot where it all began, I spoke to Mark, the father of the adorable four-year-old girl from the previous post.
It was a very good night for Yankee fans of all ages.