So I made it to Da Stadium and back. I was half right, I got lost. VERY lost on the way there. I have no idea what I did. All I know as that all of a sudden I was on the Henry Hudson Parkway heading into Manhattan. For the uninitiated, that's not the right way to the Bronx... So I had to go back and forth on the George Washington Bridge. Wait. That sounds dangerous and wacky. I mean I had to cross it, turn around and come back.

I used to complain that Atlanta baseball fans were way too mellow. Well, there needs to be a happy medium. I had a really, really good seat - about 20 rows up behind home plate. Even though they were good, um, I'm quite sure that the players couldn't hear you no matter how loud you screamed. Well, the people next to me thought otherwise. They kept yelling "Jeeeeta! Jeeeeta! Your number one fan is here! Jeeeeta! Over hear Jeeeta!" followed by "He looked! He looked! He nodded at me! Jeeeeta!" Argh. It was good game and, of course, my Tigers lost.

Yankee Stadium may be historic but it's a dump. I'm going back in September if there's not a strike