feisty yankees fans
so i went to the yankees game last night. it was quite a confrontational evening.
first, as we were all jammed onto the 4 train to take us to the stadium, this older skinny black guy says to a chubby black girl standing next to him, "i'm sorry miss, but you keep kneeing my leg." it sounds strange but there probably was not a lot of room to shift away from her, we were very very tightly packed in. "don't you talk to me! don't you tell me what to do!" this girl starts yelling. it escalates and then the girl yells, "you're probably on this train because you have to be, but i don't! i have a car because i'm 17!"
at this point, we all* start laughing because these comments are just out of nowhere. then she starts screaming, "what you bitches laughing at, huh?!" and as she looks back at the man she continues, "i bet you live in the projects! i live in a house mothafucka!" and we all* start laughing again because not only is she stupid and low class, she's really taking herself so seriously. the man, trying to reason with a psycho 17 year-old is like, "honey, that house belongs to your parents, and at this rate, a delinquent like you will never own property." and she loses it, "you don't know nothin bout me mothafucka!" at this point we finall reach yankee stadium and pile out of our sardine can.
then once the game starts, i'm sitting pretty close to the field right at the post on the first base line in the outfield. sammy sosa (of corking fame) plays for the rangers now and the bleacher creatures, after doing the roll calls, heckled him the ENTIRE time. they only took a brief hiatus to heckle our section when we expected them to continue a wave that had travelled the perimeter of the stadium (started at the section the right of the creatures and all the way around to us in right field). when it waved to the creatures they stood, faced us, and waved their arms back and forth in a, "no fucking way are we doing that" kind of fashion. which then led our section to yell "crea-tures su-uck" over and over. they yelled something back. we** yelled, "we have be-er" which is a taunt because in the bleachers, no alcohol is allowed.
at any rate, all the confrontation aside, at least people are cheering a-rod on a regular basis now, nathan's makes a damn good hot dog, we won the game, and we finished it off with dippin' dots.
life is so good sometimes.
*i should qualify this. "we all" pretty much mean the "new yorkers" on the train. there were a fair amount of tourists who were shitting in their pants that somebody was going to pull out a knife and they'd never get the chance to see their first yankees game or have the chance to return to whatever podunk town they came in from.