The City That Never Sleeps

We saw the Yankees play the Red Sox last night at the Stadium. It all ended at midnight with a walk-off walk by Juan Miranda in the 10th inning. After 4 hours eating hot dogs and drinking beer on a cool, windy, misty night in the Bronx, the Bombers came through and avoided a series sweep.

We brought Harry from school; Mariel came from Providence on the train; and Mark couldn't make it so we invited our friend Victor. The seats were great--worth the money. It was great to finally be away from Red Sox Nation, in the heart of the Bronx. Yankee fans are a special breed: brash, passionate and mostly drunk. The sellout crowd was irreverant and so New York, meaning that no matter where you are from, you were part of the Yankee family, dysfunctional but obviously related.

When they finally won, the Stadium was still packed, and we joined the flow of fans heading for the exits. These little town blues were melting away, and we were a part of it. We took Mariel to the Metro North train, and we took the 4 to Wall Street, arriving home around 1 am. The concierge had watched the game on his iPhone, fully aware of what we'd witnessed.

Today we're all tired but when we think about why, it will be with smiles on our faces.

Let's Go Yankees!