Thursday April 17th really marked the first beautiful, perfect day of spring.... a 70 degree day full of sunshine and spring filled spirits. It also was the second night of a two day home game series between the Yankees and the Red Sox. The Yanks won in brilliant fashion on Wednesday, with one of the highest outputs in runs between the two teams in over 60 years! Thursday night turned out to be high octane too, but the Yankees didn't fare as well in the end.In the morning, after dealing with my bathroom wall getting ripped open so a plumber could replace a leaky cold-water valve, I was the beneficiary of an extra ticket from Ryan Quinn to join him, James and Mike Jordan. So, after buzzing up to the stadium, the four of us finally met and were set to go in the game. We faced two distinct obstacles. First, Mike hiked his blood pressure through the clouds having to sacrifice his backpack for uptight security precautions. Second, as we presented our tickets to the ticket taker, they amusingly pointed out that we were holding tickets to the Yankees/ Red Sox game set for Tuesday, August 26th! 
Ryan came down to NYC with the wrong game tickets. Thankfully, he was able to convince customer service to print up four new tickets for last night's game, and we made it to our seats in the bottom of the third inning- Yanks 0, Red Sox 2. And then Manny uncorked a huge two-run homer to put the Red Sox up 4-nil.
The crowd turned out to be as entertaining as the late comeback by the Yankees, who ultimately fell short in a 7-5 loss. Multiple fights took place right around us. A cop got hit in the back of the head by a hot dog (bringing intense rage upon his face), and even though a Yankee fan threw it, all hands pointed to a Red Sox joker. A pretty little g-stringed bearing lass, who clearly had too much to drink, also started yelling at anything that moved... with more spunk and stupidity than you could believe.
We emptied the stadium that Ruth built, in its last year to host the Yankees (new stadium pictured above), and went off for beers and burgers before dredging off separately to NYC, Brooklyn, NJ and Connecticut. Yankees/Red Sox, good college friends, 12 beers each and burgers... always a great time.
Ryan came down to NYC with the wrong game tickets. Thankfully, he was able to convince customer service to print up four new tickets for last night's game, and we made it to our seats in the bottom of the third inning- Yanks 0, Red Sox 2. And then Manny uncorked a huge two-run homer to put the Red Sox up 4-nil. The crowd turned out to be as entertaining as the late comeback by the Yankees, who ultimately fell short in a 7-5 loss. Multiple fights took place right around us. A cop got hit in the back of the head by a hot dog (bringing intense rage upon his face), and even though a Yankee fan threw it, all hands pointed to a Red Sox joker. A pretty little g-stringed bearing lass, who clearly had too much to drink, also started yelling at anything that moved... with more spunk and stupidity than you could believe.
We emptied the stadium that Ruth built, in its last year to host the Yankees (new stadium pictured above), and went off for beers and burgers before dredging off separately to NYC, Brooklyn, NJ and Connecticut. Yankees/Red Sox, good college friends, 12 beers each and burgers... always a great time.
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