Monday, August 03, 2009

Buy Me Some Peanuts and Sushi Rolls....

Who needs cracker jacks when you can have SUSHI ROLLS?

I find it myself to be rather natural, you go into a baseball stadium, grab a beer, grab a hot dog, and with your other free hand grab a few sushi rolls.

How does one go about actually eating these sushi rolls upon returning to their seats? I love sushi, but when I eat sushi it is not an easy task. There is serious concentration involved.

How do the baseball fans use chopsticks or whatever have you to eat this sushi whilst sitting in their seats? It baffles me.

Call me old fashioned, but I would prefer a hot dog. A hot dog can be eaten without distraction and without shifting the attention away from the game. Lets be honest, when food is involved, there is often little room for attention elsewhere.

This is a plus and minus to the new stadiums. There are so many options for food! You can have first, second and third course meals. It may cost you 50+ bucks per round, but hey, you are going to be sitting for a while.

I enjoy knowing that there is a plethora of food vendors of which to choose from. The farthest I have ventured at the new Yankee Stadium is to try a Johnny Rockets milkshake instead of my standard Carvel. However, the decision was mostly based on which line was shorter. This being said with the fact that there was a GAME going on.

To make a long story short, I love food. I love that there are so many options when you go a baseball game nowadays. But honestly, I prefer to go to watch the live action. I understand that there are others who prefer to vendor hop. Cheers to you, to each his own. Just don't drop a sushi roll on my scorecard when you're going to your seat.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Wait... There isn´t baseball in Spain?

Ok, so now that I am in a completely foreign land where they don´t even LIKE (or have) baseball, I feel the need to comment on my isolation from all things Yankee.

I arrived to Spain in September, with a sadness looming over me, I had been to Yankee Stadium for the last time. I come here wanting to reminisce about the good times at the House That Ruth Built, but instead I find myself getting labeled as a typical American.

I talked to the teachers at my school about the Yankees, the Stadium and all its grandeur. They were all impressed by the size. I mean it could fit 7 times the amount of people in my town. Impressive!

However, I was not able to convince the teachers that baseball isn´t boring. They are sticking to the idea that its boring and that soccer rules all. Just wait until baseball season comes around, I will bring them over to the good side!

I must report that I took a drive by through the Bronx on my way to the airport after the Holidays. How depressing! That new stadium is just lurking while the "old" one stands strong. Most of my pictures of the new stadium are conveniently blocked by trees. I hope it stays that way!

I am excited for the new season to start, and my resistance against the new stadium is fading. Its happening and I have to deal! Lets just hope that with the New Year comes a New World Championship!

¡Vamos a ser campiones del mundo!

Thursday, May 31, 2007


Lets see what comes of this one!


Lets see what comes of this one!

Friday, May 18, 2007

I take it back.

Sorry,, but this statement is just plain ridiculous.

"Never Forget to Remember the Bronx Robbery
Sox Lost Shot at '03 Series Title as Yanks Cheated to Take ALCS Since Giambi Admitted He Used Illegal Steroids. Will Bud Selig Ever Void Those Two Bogus Homers in Game 7?"
Now, I'm not condoing Giambi and saying that what he did/did not do was OK. But honestly--no Red Sox player has ever used steroids? Seriously? You guys are all that incredible and honest?
I don't think so.

Saturday, April 21, 2007

Some (Though Not Many) Sox Fans are (Somewhat) Intelligent

Now this is a Red Sox fan I can respect.

"What we have with the Red Sox and Yankees now is manufactured fan nonsense. Hate to tell you, but no one in uniform hates anyone in the current Yankees-Red Sox state of affairs. The players can't believe what they hear and what goes on in the stands, or on the streets. They cannot relate to any of it.
Now if this is a strict DNA thing, there's no way I'm ever going to connect. Sorry. And it may be. My own born-and-bred New England daughter hates the Yankees. I don't. I think they're a darn fine division rival."

I think I would add, however, that the "manufactured fan nonsense" is basically manufactured SOX fan nonsense. Seriously, they need to get over it. Yankee fans don't care how the Sox do (except for me, since I'm left with no choice cause I live in this stupid, however wonderful, city) as long as they beat them.

P.S. Yanks, I've got 5 bucks on you not getting swept this weekend. Please don't let me down tomorrow. Thanks.

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Jealous, much? x100000


"Yankees fans are unbelievable. Their owner spends more than any owner in any U.S. sport, the team wins the obligatory World Series every now and then, and Yankees fans act as if the game was invented in the Bronx. It wasn't. It was just financed there, starting with the December day in 1919 when the Yankees bought the Babe.
Yankees fans are ingrates and boors, and most of the time that's fine with me. Buy your ticket, drink your beer and stay up there in New York, near Mike Freeman's house and way the hell away from me. But when Yankees fans bring their boorishness to bear on one of the most complete players any of us will ever see, OK, now I've got a problem...
You want to see some real fans? Boston has real fans. Red Sox slugger Manny Ramirez is a complete buffoon -- selfish, flighty, useless without a bat in his hands -- but Boston fans give him unconditional love. Why? Because he plays for Boston. It's not that hard, Bronx Boors."

Sunday, April 15, 2007

Love for Big Papi

Despite the fact that he plays for the Sox, I do enjoy David Ortiz.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007


I usually refrain from making cracks about the Red Sox team, as I generally find them to be OK (except for Shilling). However, today's Opening Day ceremonies (which my roommate subjected me to while I was trying to eat my dinner) were so ridiculous that I can't help myself.

Let me set the stage: they are honoring the '67 Red Sox, because apparently they were so awesome they won the pennant for the first time in a bazillion years (the pennant, of course, being the highest honor most Sox fans can ever hope for). Some clever person decided to call it the "Year of Impossible Dreams."

So how should we honor players from that year, such as Carl Yastremski?

Bring out Robert Goulet. And have him sing the song from 'Man of la Mancha.'


Monday, April 09, 2007

Son of a Bitch!

The game's on freakin' ESPN! I could have been watching it on TV all this time! And because I came in my room, the roommate now has control of the remote and is polluting the air with 'Dancing With the Stars.'