Auntie P Does The Yankees!

The plan was hatched between K and Auntie for a trip to NYC. They charitably offered an invite to Unkie knowing that he would probably refuse since he had been boycotting the city since 1968. Having been disappointed by the Rodex watch he purchased in Time Square he vowed no more trips to Sodom by the Sea. But his quest to visit all major league ballparks would require, at some point, going back. So to NYC we would go, but there would have to be a baseball game included. Auntie, always the researcher, discovered that both E-Rod and Randy were enthusiastic flockers, so she quickly jumped at the chance. Game day, Friday, followed the great shoe incident of Thurs. evening and admittedly Auntie was hurting, but being the gamer that she is, she sucked it up and off we went. Even our ineptness at purchasing subway cards at rush hour did not bring out the much-maligned city tempers, and we were off to the Bronx.




















The area around the stadium, with the bars and shops, was surprisingly pleasant. Unkie, a card carrying Yankee hater since the mid-50’s was beginning to show signs of relenting. He reminded himself of how the hated Bronx Bombers had for years used their major league farm team, the Kansas City A’s, as a source of star players, and this was even before the days of George and the Evil Empire. As our hardy little group plopped down the first 20 for two beers and began our trek up to what seemed to be the top of the world, it quickly became apparent that we were the only people in the stadium not wearing a Yankee and/or a White Sox shirt or hat. We almost lost K when we found our seats and she looked WAY down on the action. It was an exciting game and even unc had to admit that he had never seen 55,000 plus fans so totally into a game.


Even with that mob all leaving the stadium at the same time, we were still back on the subway and at the hotel in 45 minutes, denying unkie of one other possible complaint.


There was even time the following day for shopping and sight seeing. Auntie was a bit disappointed that the promised flocking did not occur and had to satisfy herself with the Museum of Folk Art and lots of stores. Unkie took the Rodex back to Times Square to look for the sales person but had no luck in getting his five dollars back.

He did have success finding some bars that actually sold $3 draft beers and after all, that is what any trip is all about, cheap beer.












We did have plenty of time for gourmet food and never missed a chance to try something new and different even if we didn't know what we were eating.














Our stay would have meant nothing if we had not sailed past the "grand lady" herself on our trip to Ellis Island. Ya gotta love free enterprise and imagination! Posted by UnkieC