I consider myself a Braves fan, so when us MailOnliners whizzed up to the Bronx for a baseball game tonight, I was left with a choice: Yankees or LA Dodgers. Of course the choice was easy. It just ended up being the wrong one.
About 10 of us descended (ascended) to the nosebleed seats at Yankee Stadium. The monster venue seemed double the size of the Nats’, and I swear the beer was twice as much ($12!) too.
I was keen to show some Yankee support – my hat was cocked and my fighting talk ready. But the problem with going to a game with 10 people is that you end up watching very little baseball. Peanuts were crunched, photos snapped, gossip switched. But while half of my colleagues didn’t care, I love watching this game so had to be a bit of a loner to keep up.
I yelled and hollered, and sang for my adoptive nation. And drank a lot of over-priced beer that tasted like water.
The Yankees ended up losing 6-0. I had a lot of fun, but there were lots of dropped catches and lots of taking their sweet ass time. Thanks for having me Yankees, but I think I’ll stick with my Braves.