I had a good time reading from Lasting Yankee Stadium Memories in Brooklyn last night. I went on first and by the time I was finished the Yanks held a 3-2 lead. When I got to the subway, it was 4-2 and that’s the last I knew from anything until I reached Dyckman Street in uptown Manhattan. I sat on the 1 train, clutching my phone, waiting for the train to exit the tunnel so I could get a signal. The anticipation…oh, the anticipation. When I saw the score, the game was final–Yanks 5, Twins 2. I raised my right arm and let out a “Yeah.” A woman sitting across from me looked up and knew. “What’s the score?” she said.
“Yanks won,” I said.
A few more people looked up and we were all smiling.
I waited for the bus on 231st street and called Jay Jaffe for a recap.
When the bus arrived, I said hello to the driver.
“How you doin?” he said.
“The Yanks won, I’m great.”
I found a seat in the back and then I heard the driver’s voice over the loudspeaker.
“What was the score?”
“5-2” I yelled.
Bus full of sleepy but happy New Yorkers.
Yeah, but can you core a apple?
great call al. I've been on that train clutching a phone, waiting for an update at 125 or Dyckman.
I remember one game when they came back and won in the 9th, maybe last year, when the phone read 1-2 9th, refresh, then 3-2 F. Yee ha.
someone wittier than me can come up with the big apple, core of the big apple spirit, yankee fans, something...
Oh speaking of these thing "..."
My 6 year old son just learned what an ellipse was. Told me it means that there's more to come on the next page. So I was chasing him around the park last night and he was doing his best play by play - "Daddy gets close to Lukie. But Lukie pulls away at the last moment. Too bad! Ellipse!" Friggn hysterical.
Picking up on Jon's thread. I don't hate Pavano so long as he's not Kenny Rogers in 2006.
[3] Hilarious - you should write that down for him, it's poetry.
My mom wrote down something I said when I was five and showed it to me years later - that meant a lot to me.
3) awesome
Would have loved to see you last night Alex, but I'd have exploded with nerves on my ride home.
The exhilaration of checking a score when you’ve missed the game can really get your heart racing. I usually try to get the box score without seeing the final and then slowly move my hand across inning by inning. I just hate the sudden shock of seeing they lost.
On the flip side, I can remember listening at work to the Yankees losing 6-2 in the ninth to the Indians, abandoning the game to go home and then being absolutely shocked when I hear Arod hit a walk-off three run homer.
Jay was amused because you were so amped about the game and Pavano, Alex, he didn't even get the chance to ask you how the reading went. Hee.
Oh, it can core a apple!