My son and I got up to the Stadium yesterday around 3:45 PM. I think there were less than 1,000 people inside the Stadium when we first walked in…
And, in the first inning, it was worse. I was embarrassed. The seats were empty at the start of the game. It seemed like there was maybe 20,000 people there at the first pitch, if that. Where was the excitement that I promised my eight-year old?
It was pretty much that way for the first few inning. But, people kept showing up – I even saw some people arriving in the fourth inning, tickets in hand, looking for their seats.
As the Stadium filled up – and it never was completely full – the place was getting more and more like a playoff game experience.
After the Granderson homer, I said to my son “We got this!” But, then in the eight inning, we all starting getting very nervous. When Mark Reynolds came to the plate with two on, I said, out loud, without realizing it “Oh, no. Mark Reynolds. I swear to God, if he hits one into the seats, I will vomit!” (People around me thought this was funny – and, then, instead of it being me and my son at the game, it became me, my son, the guy next to me, the two couples behind us, and the two guys in front of us, all riding every pitch from there, together, like a family in a living room in front of a TV.)
Sabathia was the man, no question about it. This is Yankees legacy material.
My son and I had an incredible time. We were interviewed by some Asian news crew leaving the Stadium. So, somewhere – Tokyo? – people watching television know how excited we were over this win.
Coming home, was brutal. We live 50 miles south of the Stadium and it took us two and a half hours to drive home. Most of that, about 75 minutes, was just trying to get from the Stadium to the George Washington Bridge. But, it was worth it.
I just hope this is not 2003 all over again – where the Yankees put it all out there to win one post-season series and then didn’t have enough in the tank to be ready for the next one.