Let's go Yankees! Let's go Mets!
When I was choosing a series I thought would be good a few months back the prospect of a subway series between the Yankees and Mets was too good to pass up. And apart from one obnoxious jerk sitting behind me Yankee Stadium delivered on all the magic it promised - apart from one thing the Yankees lost. It's the first time I have been to a game over here where the team I was supporting lost. At least New York still won though, right? ;)
The stadium itself is amazing, even getting off the 6 train with it right there you could feel the magic that surrounds the place and the storied team it houses. There are people everywhere and being a subway series enough Mets fans to give the opposition a voice and some good (and crude - tshirts just stating blatantly Mets Suck) banter. My seat was way way up in the upper deck, but amazingly you still felt really close to the game. Probably had more to do with the feeling that if you leant forward you would fall onto the field it was so steep than anything else.
I then met up with Caroline and some of her friends for a while before trying to find somewhere to watch the Lions game. During the week I had done a little research and found a couple of places that I knew were showing the game so after not being able to find anywhere open where I was (New York actually does sleep) I headed for the first one. There I was confronted by an extremely fat, extremely rude bouncer and a demand for $20 which there was no way I was about to pay, especially seeing it was already almost half time. As if we would charge an American $20 to watch the superbowl - an argument I used but I think the guy was too fat to understand. So after sneaking a glimpse and seeing we were up 11-0 timed it brilliantly with an uptown train and went to plae number 2.
Now this is a place that I had been to a couple of days earlier, Irish bar in every sense of the phrase and in response to my enquiry received a very excited and generous response in the affirmative. So it took me by surprise to find that the doors were locked and that despite a blackboard saying that they would be open the bar staff were quite hostile in saying that they weren't open. i'm just glad it was a balmy night and not like the one in Christchurch as I stood outside the damn place watching through the window - this is a 4am btw :) It's funny how much even rugby comes to mean when you are away.
The stadium itself is amazing, even getting off the 6 train with it right there you could feel the magic that surrounds the place and the storied team it houses. There are people everywhere and being a subway series enough Mets fans to give the opposition a voice and some good (and crude - tshirts just stating blatantly Mets Suck) banter. My seat was way way up in the upper deck, but amazingly you still felt really close to the game. Probably had more to do with the feeling that if you leant forward you would fall onto the field it was so steep than anything else.
I then met up with Caroline and some of her friends for a while before trying to find somewhere to watch the Lions game. During the week I had done a little research and found a couple of places that I knew were showing the game so after not being able to find anywhere open where I was (New York actually does sleep) I headed for the first one. There I was confronted by an extremely fat, extremely rude bouncer and a demand for $20 which there was no way I was about to pay, especially seeing it was already almost half time. As if we would charge an American $20 to watch the superbowl - an argument I used but I think the guy was too fat to understand. So after sneaking a glimpse and seeing we were up 11-0 timed it brilliantly with an uptown train and went to plae number 2.
Now this is a place that I had been to a couple of days earlier, Irish bar in every sense of the phrase and in response to my enquiry received a very excited and generous response in the affirmative. So it took me by surprise to find that the doors were locked and that despite a blackboard saying that they would be open the bar staff were quite hostile in saying that they weren't open. i'm just glad it was a balmy night and not like the one in Christchurch as I stood outside the damn place watching through the window - this is a 4am btw :) It's funny how much even rugby comes to mean when you are away.
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