Inside and Out
Sure, spending a springtime afternoon watching a baseball game in a dimly lit bar on the Upper East Side is fun and all, but nothing beats taking a trip out to the Bronx to see the Yankees live in action. Sunday’s game was apparently historic, it being the Yankees versus the Red Sox. I wouldn’t really know anything about that, but I can say that for the first time ever, I actually enjoyed watching a game.
We were perched behind home plate -- way, way behind home plate -- which gave the players a clay figure effect. And I have to admit, I might've been more entertained by the drama in the stands than the drama on the field. Those baseball fans have more passion spewing out of them than anything you'll ever witness at a Joan Didion play.
We saw a fight erupt, and the cops threaten, "Yo, who wants to watch the rest of da the game in Queens?" My personal favorite, though, are the peanut vendors who chuck bags at customers in distances that double those between bases. And the hecklers! Bless the hecklers who think their voices register above all of that.