The subway to the Bronx. We leave home about five - very rush hour-y.
Supper at a sports bar called the Press Cafe near the stadium where they serve really good pressed sandwiches and Robert has two beers - since we're going to sit in the bleachers where they don't sell any!
We join the milling throngs under the elevated trestle of the subway where we enter the stadium........by the bleachers' entrance.
We look down at the lovely green grass of the real stadium - the house that Ruth built -though we catch a glimpse of the new one rising outside.
We are not pleased they are tearing down the old one.
Fans pay rapt attention to the game though it was, in truth, rather a dull one.
Texas Rangers won 2-1.
But A-Rod hit a home run and Giambi got a triple.......
Almost everyone in the bleachers wore some sort of Yankees style clothing - a positive sea of dark blue.
Two rather stout "Rogriquez's" sat next to one another.
A good time was had by all except the foolish young man who wore a Mets t-shirt who was pointed out and laughed at good-naturedly. What was he thinking?
