After a pleasant afternoon in Brooklyn, I headed up to the Bronx for my first game of the season. As hyped as I was, I was a little nervous to kick off my seasonal alcoholism. A big baseball nerd, I'm nervous as fuck until September as the long season of drama unfolds. It's a rough start for the Bombers as a grip of the line-up are on the disbled list. So that's where the beers come in.
I hopped off the 7 train to meet up with the homies who were already deep into a tailgate session. After crushing 3 18-packs and hecking numerous people, we headed off to the stadium; but not after tying a grip of empty beer cans to the parked car next to ours just like a "Just Married" vehicle. The girls were nice, but I couldn't help myself.
It was a good game from what I remember before getting kicked out for being hella rowdy. I'm pretty sure we won the game. I hopped in the car from some reason, when I could have just hopped on the train. Got dropped off @ Port Authority and stumbled to the nearest pizza joint. Hopped on the A train and proceeded to pass out.
Woke up @ 23rd when I should have got off @ 59th. Stoops. I lived a few unfortunate years here in the fudgepacking district. Good thing I had a stable GF during that time. It was interesting to see what was new including a Starbucks & a Jamba Juice. I remember that used to be one of my Cali stops. Now I can't stomach that shit.
I went to the Bodega across the way from my old apt I used to frequent to say what's up to the thug Hadji's that work there. These dudes used to hook me up when I was broke. To get that kind of fam' hook-up in NY is pretty rare. These heads were cool and would chill out front with me sipping deuces talking shit. Tonight I settled for a Cherry Coke and some Dipsy Doodles. The drunktastic snack combo.
In the middle of sobering up, it dawned on me that I was right over an E train stop; which drops me off pretty close to my crib. I was hyped to hop on a train pretty quickly, even though it was full of drunker assholes and pile of puke on one end of the train. Somehow I made it home before midnight and was able to get a decent nights sleep.
Went to work gratefully only partially hungover and was greeted by my ecstatic friend, Pam, a fellow Yankees fan.
'"Hey, What's Up?! See that game? Awesome win. A-Rod's killing it!"
"Yeah, good one. I was there."
"Oh sweet. Good seats?"
"Nah, not really. I like Tier though cause you can cause some trouble."
"You're funny. Guess What?"
"What?"
"I got tickets for today's day game. You wanna go?"
"Uhhhm.......guess so. Fuck it. Let's go. But no beers."
"Yeah Right. How can you go to the stadium and not drink?"
"True. Where we sitting?"
"10 rows behind third base. Killer seats plus Yankees Lounge passes."
"Fuck yeah then. See you @ noon."
So within a few hours I was back @ the Stadium curing my hangover with a mid-day beer and another hot dog. The seats were retarded and the game was another kill with ARod cracking a game winning hit in the bottom of the 9th. The Stadium Lounge was kind of whateves, but they had some good paraphernalia including these craze stained glass windows and clean bathrooms although the Men's kit smelled like death bec. some suit droped a bomb. Thanks asshole, literally.
Kind of a craze 24 hours. 4 boros on a $7 MetroCard. Dope. I was tripping because within a few hours I was on my way to Chantilly, Virginia for this weekend's installment of Hot Import Nights.
