So I’m at the game yesterday… I get there late because I also am now aware the 5 train does in fact not go to Yankee Stadium… Anywho, relatively trashed, I decide it’s time for more beer… God forbid I’m not sufficiently liquored up enough once the 7th inning hits and I start to sober up at a Yankee game… I shutter to think… But the amusing thing about this was as I was walking up the steep stairs back up to my regular row P… I am looking down so I don’t trip, double fisting two jumbo Heinekens, and already toasted… I look slightly up over the sea of people and looking baffled, I am not seeing Mark anywhere (that’s usually how I make it back to my seat) and the gentleman sitting directly to my right gestures that I need to go farther up… I laugh, thank him and gratefully keep making my way up the stairs… and once I hit my row, without even realizing it was my row… Simultaneously everyone stood up to let me in… I was like "oh, this is my row… Sweet."..

So all of these complete strangers helped little ‘ol toasted me get back to my seat…

I have been seeing these same people for several years now every Sunday home game… If you add up all of the hours spent together yelling, getting drunk, watching Bo Sox fans get dragged down the steps by security….We have shared flasks, peanuts & stories… That’s a lot of hours spent together in simple revelry… We have acquired a group of season ticket buddies that we look forward to seeing in their same regular seats and when they are not there, their absence is noticeable… I’m becoming more aware of this as our games at the original Yankee Stadium start to dwindle… I’m still undecided if I like the idea of a new stadium… The seats will be wider and there will be cup holders… But who will help me to my seat when I am toasted, double fisting jumbo Heinekens???