So it all started when Brad and I were chatting about the upcoming Yankees vs Red Sox series, and threw out the idea of getting tickets. Logan and I had actually been discussing this a couple days prior, and commiserating over the fact that tickets were so expensive. I started looking at tickets on stubhub, to see if I could stomach the cost. I mean, how often would the chance come along to see this match up with my brother? Not to mention the fact that I haven't ever seen this rivalry play. In the middle of this my fairy godfather happened to walk by my desk, and told me he'd handle the details and that I shouldn't worry about specifics. I didn't know if it would actually happen but, it did.
Sadly, Bradialine had to back out, understandably, but that still left me with four twelfth row tickets. Obviously I was going to take Logan since we'd been talking about trying to go to one of these games, and obviously the other two were going to my BFFs.
I was so worried and checking the weather practically every hour because a storm was headed our way. Luckily it all ended up working out. The rain delayed the game a bit and then it was only misty for a couple innings. Then it cleared up, and even the last couple innings were sunny and warm!
Other than the one time I got to use our company tickets (which weren't even as close as these) every other Yanks game I've gone to I've sat in the nose bleeds or with the bleacher creatures. I just couldn't stomach the cost. But this time? I was in heaven.
Big Papi, for Nad
The crew: Logan, Britt, Maria, and me
This guy's at every game, clanking on this pan. He's missing an eye. I don't really know the story here, but everyone was really excited when he came by and let people bang the spoon on the pan.
One of the super exciting, and super disappointing moments of the game was when a foul ball bounced in the aisle (which I was two seats away from) and then into the hands of a security guard who was standing in the aisle right in front of me (we were in the second section, in the front row.) The guard was RIGHT in front of me, and I lost my head; totally grabbed his shoulder and begged, "Please! Please!" Everyone was screaming at this guy, hoping for the ball. I thought I had a decent chance considering I had my hooks in him, however he walked over and gave it to some chick. Lame.
It was SUCH a good game, with the Yanks trailing 2-1 until the sixth inning when Matsui's base hit brought two home. It was an exciting moment, and Teixeira's homer after was the icing on the cake. I'll never get sick of the home run music they play, sort of like when they blast Enter Sandman when Rivera comes out to close.
These Boston fans were pretty smug until we took the lead. I have to say though, they were really good sports, even posing with the broom after the game.
It was a bit of a nail biter, during the 9th when Boston got some players on base, however Rivera closed it out, and the bullpen and dugout emptied, and it was pandemonium.
There is nothing better than after a sporting event in New York when Frankie's New York, New York plays, especially after a win when high fives are exchanged between strangers and friends.