Adventures In The God Seats

Last night's game was a very long and strange trip. I attended the game with the Yankee vixens Karen and Tonya, and Erica, a Braves fan who is slowly but surely, converting to ways of the dark side.

Hard to categorize Al Leiter's performance last night. I can see why Mets fans were in agony whenever started games for them last year. 115 pitches in 5 innings??? Whoa. Every pitch was high drama with him. I don't if I can deal with a season of that. Despite that, he only gave up one run and the Yanks still had a chance to win the game until Sturtze and Proctor spit the bit in the 7th and 8th. Johann Santana wasn't dominant, but he kept the boys off balance just enough to kill any possible rallies.

I truly hate, TRULY HATE, very large groups of kids that come to the stadium. They're always unruly, and if you're unfortunate enough to be sitting nearby...it's almost impossible to follow the game. The goofing off, the screaming for Jeter at the top of their lungs, the screaming for candy....arghh!!! I spent the part of the game teaching Erica how to kill those brats with force lightning bolts.


After constant complaining by members of the Imperial Council, the Emperor has made this decree..."Anyone who initiates or continues the wave at Yankee Stadium will be skinned alive, doused in lemon juice and fed to pirahnas. This is not Shea Stadium or a minor league park in the sticks. This is the cathedral of baseball. Not Chuckie Cheese. If you don't have the attention span to pay attention to the game...either take your medication or stay home. If I see this happen again, the perpetrators will suffer severe consequences."