No work yesterday.
Nothing but a ballgame at Yankee Stadium…at least that was my plan.
I slept until 1pm, rushed through a bunch of e-mails, devoured a peach and a day-old slice of pizza, cranked out my blog entry, gathered my things for the game, and ran to the subway. Two trains and a brisk five-minute walk later, I was standing at the ticket window. It was nearly three hours before the first pitch.
The game, I was told, was nearly sold out and the cheapest remaining ticket was $42.
No way I was paying that much.
I had a little time to spare, so I hung around and approached the window half an hour later to see if anything cheaper had been released in the system.
“Sorry,” said the woman. “Everything’s still at least forty-two, but you can check back in around gametime. You never know.”
Oh thanks. Gametime. That’s helpful.
For whatever reason, I have no problem spending $1,000 to see a few games in Cincinnati and Houston, but I refuse to pay $42 for an evening at Yankee Stadium.
So I left.
The game ended up being the Yankees’ 10th consecutive sellout and 21st of the season. What a disaster.
Today’s game will probably extend the sellout streak because it’s “Thurman Munson Bronze Statuette Night” for the first 18,000 fans 21 and over. I really don’t understand why people go crazy for these things…and for giveaways in general. I prefer to earn my souvenirs. Some might argue that the way to “earn” a ball would be to catch it at a sold out game. Whatever. Good for them. Let them do it. I want no part of these sellouts. If that means I don’t go to another Yankee game all year, so be it. There’s always Shea…and there’s Baltimore. I’m free on Thursday, and the Orioles are hosting the Rangers. Should I go? I don’t know. It might be worth it just to get to boo Kenny Rogers. (Of course, if he throws me a ball, I’ll love him forever.)
The official Cincinnati countdown is at 19 days. Oh baby.