Ian has a wife who LOVES to go a ball game.
She takes the game very, very seriously.
Poor Jan. He has a wife who tells him, “I’ll do one game a year, tops.”
Here’s the thing: it takes two hours to get to the stadium if you’re lucky and don’t hit traffic. Then you park. Then you get on the subway (people, people, people everywhere you look). Then you arrive at the stadium (MORE PEOPLE!), then you sit down in your seat – crammed in with all that humanity – and 90% of them are swearing like sailors and 99% of them are drunk or getting there, the food is astronomical, the seats are sticky, the weather may or may not be on your side…you paid a small fortune for this?
NO!
You paid a small fortune to watch the drama unfolding on that emerald green field (where it is only a matter of time until a bunch of grown men will be forced to perform the YMCA while racking the sand, poor fellows!)
Jan’s birthday wish was to see the drama play out between the biggest rivalry in the history of baseball. So I grudgingly accompanied him to the Yankees/Red Sox game this Saturday. It’s not that I don’t like baseball, I just don’t L O V E baseball – and my life is so full to the brim with demands that when I have a spare seven hours I like to spend them very wisely. Don’t hate me, but baseball is not my first choice.
Having said all this I have to say, I had a swell time on Saturday. The air was charged (sometimes overcharged – To all the Red Sox haters: STOP! that is all I am going to say) the game was awesome and my birthday boy was thrilled.
GO YANKEES!
P.S. Brynn, when I considered what to wear to the game I remembered how much you loved the navy buttoned down shirt with tiny white polka dots I once wore ages ago. I recall you made particular mention of it. Thank you, for noticing, dear sister.
It’s been a while so in case you forgot, here I am trying my hardest to be cute –
I kept you in mind when I dressed (for success) for this game:
I was going for a subtle navy and white combo. Knowing your love of a sweater vest I wore mine, with a white shirt and due to the nippy weather I donned my tweed jacket.
It’s hard to see, but, all the same – I dedicate this outfit to YOU.
October 2nd, 2009 at 4:52 pm
Gracias, mi hermana! Forgive me, but I’ve been doing spanish homework for the past 2 hours. Me gusta your outfit mucho, mucho, mucho! It’s such a challenge trying to look cute at a baseball game. But you’ve taken that challenge and crushed it into oblivion, my sistah! Love the navy sweater vest. Love the tweed. And love the boldness of wearing such a fabulous outfit when the risk of beer spillage is so very high. Excellent, excellent work, Liza.
Let’s go Yankees!
October 2nd, 2009 at 7:37 pm
I’d bet $20 that it was the first time that tweed had ever been worn in the right field bleachers at the new Yankee Stadium.
That game was a blast. Nothing beats seeing a Robinson Cano blast and Mariano closing the game out in the bottom of the ninth. Good times.
October 3rd, 2009 at 2:09 pm
I think it’s hilarious that this post is less about the game and more about the clothes!!! ;o) And rightly so!!!
Happy Birthday Jan!
October 4th, 2009 at 4:21 am
What I find amusing is that you never mention who won.