We living in NY...we had to attend at least 1 (or 2 or 3) Yankee game. Yankee Stadium is in our back yard, we do live in the Bronx after all. So we dawned Yankee blue, packed the backpack full of food and headed to the game.
We arrived early so that we could find our seats, and tour the new stadium a bit. Getting to the stadium was part of the fun part. We parked a mile away and walked with all of the other fans past where old Yankee Stadium stood ( you can still see the rubble through the cracks in the boards). It is just such a neighborhood feeling if you can say that about a thousands of closest neighbors.
Jack chose cotton candy as a treat to share. He was so excited that he asked if we could open it all the way to our seats.
Lance was so excited to be sitting in his own seat of a Stadium that we drive past often.
The food was also a draw for Claire.
When the game lost it's interest the kids found other ways to entertain themselves. Jack sang songs and drove his cars along the seats.
Another boredom buster were Mommy and Daddy's ipods...
Fun was had by all. There was singing, dancing, a fight and beer poured on us. Ah, the stuff that family memories are made of.In the end the Yankee's won and we walked home with our neighbors...all of us in a very good mood.
Months later Matt and I had a chance to attend a Yankee playoff game and we jumped at the chance. Thanks to 3 wonderful friends we were kidless and ready to scream ourselves horse!
We were one row away from the tip of the top, but we did not care, we were at a playoff game...with the Yankees!
As the sun went down the game started to get exciting, the temperature started to drop and we were kicking some tail.
In the end we (yes we are officially Yankee fans!) won that game. We drove home with our bellies full of hot dogs and garlic fries and less voice than we had when the game started. Just to hear Frank sing NY NY, is such a treat.
