Darn Yankees

We don't take good pictures of ourselves.

I would be really impressed if you could tell where we were just by the picture above.  I would be equally impressed if you saw the pictures below and couldn't make out where we were.  Though for very different reasons.

(we were really high up for a few innings)

A couple of days ago, Rachael tried to rally a group of us for baseball.  Everyone else had commitments so in the end, it was just the two of us, the Orioles, and the Yankees.  

Things I Was Looking Forward To Before the Game: 

Being able to afford a Yankees ticket.

Some monstrous hot dog topped with mac n' cheese and crab 

(or pit beef BBQ, I would've been happy with either)

Chen Wei-Ying!  (i.e. watching a healthy, decent Taiwanese pitcher have a good game) 

How the Game Turned Out:

Chen had a great night... for about 3 innings.  

Settled for a polish sausage with all the works.  Less special, but still delicious.  

Hours later, really settled for limp fries and cheese sauce.  Even less special, still hit the spot.

The Yankees come to town (and win) and the park wasn't full of obnoxious machismo, drunken bros, and the feeling that a fight is about to break out?  I love this park.  I want to go every week.  

Unlike my last visit, people actually filled the seats and watched the game last night (this being September, tied for first last night, and playing the Yankees might have had something to do with it).  I had great, fun.  Sure, singing Sweet Caroline is special and all, but everything is so much less crowded here, the seats more comfortable, and the fans (and staff) so friendly that one lady even stopped me to tell me to not carry my bag behind me lest I get pick pocketed.  Then again, chances of being pick pocketed much lower in Boston...