Had a moment tonight while driving north on 9th St. on my way home from work. I just came off 101 and was heading north on 9th St. when I got this funny feeling that I was suddenly heading north on 6th Ave between 23 and 32nd Sts in Manhattan in the late evening. Something about the three driving lanes and 2 parking lanes, the relatively light traffic, sharing the road with a few taxi cabs for hire as the timed lights whisk us along. On both sides of the street the sidewalks are mostly empty, the commercial offices and storefronts shuttered and dark in the after-work hours. In the distance, I could see the spire of a tall building bathed in yellow light; it reminded me a lot of the Empire State building (but smaller, obv.) I was tired from a long day of work and my eyes were a little heavy but in my tiredness, I felt for a few fleeting blurry moments that I was back in NY. Why can’t I stop thinking about it and why do I miss it so much?
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The Yankees were in town this weekend for a three game interleague series with the Giants. I was scrambling last week to try and score two tickets to one of the games - the idea of watching a Yankees game in a bar when they were in my city was just too sad to fathom. It was getting to the point where I was going to have to pay $$$ for tickets through Craiglist or a dude out on front of the stadium but lo! Thursday night, the Giants release additional single tickets for the weekend series. Snagged two for Saturday’s day game - Sam and I were off to our first baseball game at AT&T Park to root for the Yankees!
AT&T Park is beautiful. After all those years visiting Yankee Stadium, it was kind of exciting to visit a new-ish, modern ballpark. Being California, the concession stands at the park were so San Francisco: wine, garlic fries, gourmet pizza, fresh carved sandwiches, organic fruit…
Trouble = bases loaded with Barry Bonds at the plate (the at-bat resulted in a walk - I don’t know what I would have done if he hit a grand slam. Probably cry and dislike Bonds even more.)
Down by one run in the 9th inning, A-rod at the plate. Just before taking this photo, I joked to Sam about how funny it would be if A-rod hit a homerun and I missed it because I was busy taking pictures. A-Rod then proceeded to smack a solo shot to center field to tie the game. The man is a freak of baseball nature.
The bottom of the 13th inning, right before the Giants score and win the game :(
We had a fantastic time watching the game from our left field seats on a beautiful Saturday afternoon in San Francisco. Would have been better if the Yankees would have won but I’m still ecstatic that I got to see my Yankees during their only visit to San Francisco. It sounds weird but seeing those familiar uniforms and numbers and hearing the names made me feel a little bit closer to New York and a little more at home.
A hot dog and a scorecard - what more does a girl need at the ballgame?
I am definitely a New Yorker transplanted in a city of hills - I still get confused about which way to curb my tires when I park on an incline.
This is not correct.
I badly need a good - no, great - streak of productivity.