So I didn't really want to talk about a loss that completely wah-wah-wah (only my second loss of the season), but since we've sat out in pretty much everything else the atmosphere has thrown at us, I felt I did have to mention that we were at a game under a Blue Moon tonight.
Things that happen during Blue Moon Games?
1) You get out of work early, for once, and decide to head up to the game early. And that of course means it will take you over an hour to get there because of subway delays.
2) While you are delayed, a 50something crazy drunk woman and her husband get on in your car, and the woman proceeds to make quite the scene. Some younger guys on the train indulge her for awhile good humoredly, but when she starts getting slightly physical and more than crazy verbally on them - and her husband just stands and watches, even when one of the guys is like "Get control of your wife, sir" - it gets extremely uncomfortable. Then she starts fake crying. And the husband still does nothing. Another man gives up his seat for her and tries to say cheerful things to her, but she is crazy drunk and pretends to sob into her backpack. And it's all made even worse because the train is going suuuuuuuuper slow, as if on purpose. Friends, it was the craziest ride I've ever had on the New York City subway system. Mark it down.
3) Steph accurately calls that amidst the wah-wah score, some Yankee will hit a meaningless solo home run in the bottom of the 9th, all for naught. (Thanks for making that come true, Curtis.)
4) It will be an "amatuer hour" crowd, meaning it's made up mostly of those who only come to one game a season, ooh and ahh over OBVIOUS foul balls/pop flies as if they have a serious chance of leaving park, and of course boo when they think they've been wronged. I mean, how dare the Yankees make an out when you've been a long-suffering fan of six whole innings? I will give them this: they didn't start the wave. But that's because they were all heading for the exits by the end of the 7th. Boo on them, I say.
5) You will pass the bearded, very enthusiastic "Fan of the Game" on the way out. And it's like a celebrity sighting.
6) On the train ride home, not as crazy as a drunk lady yelling "Yankees Stink!", is a still-crazy-enough scenario where a guy intensely plays The Godfather theme on his electric...saxophone? I think that's what it was... and you have to start quoting the movie, of course, and then you give him money - as do many other people. Never let anyone tell you that Yankee fans aren't generous following a loss - and he is so, so thankful. So at least you helped make someone's night better.
