Monday, May 23, 2005

Shea You! Get Me A Large Piazza And A Dry Martinez!

The highlight of the weekend was a trip out to Shea on Saturday to see the 2nd game of the Mets/Yankees series.

Despite what John Rocker would have you think, the subway ride from Manhattan to Queens on the 7 is pretty fun on the weekend of a game. It's kind of like being on the "It's A Small World" ride at Disneyland, but with all the people of different heritage on the inside of the ride with you. And the best grafitti in the city can be seen from that line from Long Island City to Corona.

Now here are more reasons why New York City is the best...the national anthem was sung by New York's favorite wacko chanteuse, Cyndi Lauper, who sang a really cool (and un-wacky) version which was probably as nice as any I've heard live. Marc Anthony threw out the first pitch, while J-Lo watched from the sidelines. The Fuji blimp circled over head. We heard the people sitting behind us actually refer to a girl from their neighborhood with "she's some tomata!". Anyone within eyeshot of my section wearing a Jason Giambi shirt was mocked so comically and brutally that I teared up with joy. And this was all before the game even started.

The highlight of the game for me, though, came in the middle of the fifth inning, when the cutest baby, no more than six-months-old, dressed from head to toe in Yankee gear was shown on the Jumbotron, and mercilously booed louder than any single pinstriped player on the field all day. Priceless.

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