Yankees

I don't root for the Yankees.

You're welcome.

But I will confess that I did once.

It was last year.  I found an unusually cheap ticket to a game in Yankee Stadium and a reasonably good deal on a bus ticket to Manhattan.  I had the day off.  The Mrs. was out of town visiting her parents.  The weather forecast was for sunshine.

And it was a bobblehead night.

Now, you don't have to ask me twice to got to NYC.  I absolutely love the city.

So I rolled into town, had a late lunch at Ellen's Stardust, and spent an hour or so people watching in Central Park before catching the subway to the Bronx.

Years ago, the first time I went to NYC, I remember walking down Broadway and thinking, "I'm walking down Broadway.  THE Broadway.  ME."

It was the same kind of thing at Yankee Stadium.

And after enjoying the crowd and the stadium, and the setting, I could see why the team has such a loyal following.  Not me, but I could see people getting taken in and remaining loyal.

So, as is my custom, I rooted for the home team.

That's all you'll get from me, Yankees, until I get back to your stadium again.