So, why you may ask did I, a Phillies fan, decide to go to a Yankees game? I guess I don't know enough about baseball history or player salaries to be skeptical or even scornful about how it is that they win so much. All I know is that when I saw them beat the Phillies in the 2009 World Series, it seemed like they would be a fun team to see sometime. (And or course, it's always good to see the competition up close.)When I suggested to my friend, the wildly avid Yankees Fan From Birth (ffb), that we see a game together, the timing was perfect to see the Yankees and the Seattle Mariners (notice I didn't have to say the NEW YORK Yankees. Everyone knows where the Yankees are from).
We met in New York on a rainy Sunday, wondering if the game would be played, and how we were going to prevent ourselves from getting wet in the stadium.Walking towards 5th Ave, we noticed a long line of people huddled on the sidewalk with suitcases and other belongings. Curious as always, we decided to see what the hubbub was all about. It became apparent that these were parents and their college age children checking into a dormitory with bundles of belongings. What caught our attention was that they were all wearing the same type of plastic ponchos, probably provided by the college. In jest I must have said under my breath, "We could pretend to be parents and get ponchos for the game." Wouldn't you know it- a cheery young woman comes up to us and says, "Would you like a poncho?" We took two and THEN she said, "Would you like one for your daughter, too?"
Having thus scored THREE ponchos and an instant child, we scurried off across the street, hoping that no one would notice that there was no daughter in tow.
Now that we were the proud parents of a young woman going to Stern College, we could more confidently be on our way to do some site seeing, then onto the subway to Yankee Stadium
