As part of my seat-of-the-pants tour of New York this weekend, I have purchased some Yankees tickets for Saturday's game against the A's. Yankee Stadium! I am excited about this. When I was little, my major goal in life was to visit every major league ballpark. Unfortunately, my family was unwilling to plan our vacation around the Milwaukee Brewers home schedule, and I never got past the Rangers' stadium. However, like some codeword that's lodged in my subconscious, which, when activated, transforms me into an assassin, this dream has stuck around the ol' Powell noggin.
Not only do I get to see the famous stadium, but I get to see some of my fantasy performers in action. When I say fantasy, I do not mean the baseball players about which I fantasize; if any fantasies of mine involve Robinson Cano, you have my permission to put me down. Instead, I mean the players that I, the world's worst fantasy sports player, drafted after a questionable amount of Robutussin and a lot of advice from Boj. Three of my guys are playing on Saturday, and I'm really hoping I can get them together for about 10 seconds. I don't need a lot of time with them, I just need enough to tell Frank Thomas to kill Alex Rodriguez and Robinson Cano. Since those two gentlemen are apparently incapable of swinging a bat, I don't like their odds of defending themselves.
The one unfortunate aspect of all of this is that it resulted in my first New York screwgee. Due to my distate for planning and general organization, by the time I wanted tickets, they were already sold out. I had to resort to some scummy ticket broker. I don't want to reveal what I actually had to pay for tickets marked as $10 seats, but I will say that I pray for humanity's sake that these people never come to control the Polio vaccine.
Posted by Cody at June 7, 2006 5:53 PM