After enduring one journey to New York (to Flushing, Long Island) my dad and I ventured once more into the heart of darkness, but this time to the Bronx to see that most dastardly imperial of teams, the New York Yankees. (Previous games from this trip are Pirates, Nationals, Phillies, Mets.) Any thought I might have had about the previous day's experiences with New York City being atypical were quickly put to rest and I renewed my resolve to make this my last visit.
Because of how the schedule worked out, we once again got to see the Giants, this time starting a series with the Yankees since they had concluded their series against the Mets the previous afternoon. This time around they most certainly did not outnumber the native fans, but they were there in abundance once again. There was a young couple in the seats in front of me and my dad who were visiting from San Francisco on vacation and decided to see a game at Yankee stadium since the Giants were there anyway.
The stadium itself was enormous. It was incredibly impressive, very tall, very big, very imposing, but also very cold and impersonal feeling. This was the flip side of the experience in Pittsburgh where the park was small, friendly, welcoming, and joyful. This was big, cold, corporate, and impersonal. (And, if you're a Sox fan, before you start rejoicing, you might want to wait for the next installment where we visited storied Fenway.)