Foulke Off, Yankees!

Photo by Yankee Stadium Bleacher Creature, Anne Altman

Red Sox 14, Yankees 3

Beckett v. Johnson. What a match up. The chants of "Boston Sucks!" in the bleachers of Yankee Stadium started immediately, before the game even started, which is to be expected. I was heckled as I looked for my seat by a Yankee fan who spotted my red bandanna and red shirt and shouted, "If you were in your own park, you'd know where your seat was!"*

You're right, Mr. Rude, Arrogant, Venomous Yankee Fan. Because in my own park, my seats are BOX seats, not BLEACHER seats. Much easier to find. Plus, they serve beer. Jerk.

The Yankee chanting was overpowering for awhile, though Sox fans did pepper the seats in pockets here and there. Sometimes the blue crowd would change it up to "Red Sox Suck!"and then switch back to "Boston Sucks!" Then you didn't hear much of that. At all. Anymore. After A-Rod errored his ass off, and Boston scored 172 more runs, Yankee fans resorted to more unique ways of supporting their team: ripping the Sox cap off another guy's head and throwing it a few feet into the crowd.

"You throw like Damon!" a witness in a Red shirt shouted.

It was cute. He did throw like Damon. Poor thing.

Then the Sox scored 237 more times, and Torre came out to get Ol' Old Unit. Of course, Yankee fans booed the shit out of him, which I thought was mean, but that's how they do. I didn't boo him. I may have even cheered a little. Quietly, of course.

Then the Yankees scored a run I think. And then the Sox scored another 14,000 times. I started cheering "Boston Sucks! Boston Sucks! Boston Sucks! Boston Sucks!" trying to rally the Yankee fans who were left remaining. "Come on, guys! Boston Sucks! Boston sucks!" but they didn't seem interested in their own cheer anymore. Weird.

The only thing more embarrassing than wearing a Yankee hat last night was wearing Knick hat, which some little broad was "sporting"because no doubt she thought she looked cute? Hilarious! A Knick hat? In public?? Oh no she di-iint! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Stop it!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Schilling v. Mussina tonight.

Go Sox!

PS I got a great seat on the 4 train home from the Bronx. And there were seats to spare.

PPS When I walked in the door, Doodle was watching the post-game coverage, laughing her ass off:

*The last time I saw Mr. Rude, Arrogant, Venomous Yankee Fan, it was the sixth inning, and he was purple and busting every vein in his face, giving himself an embolism by shouting at a Sox fan 35 rows back something about ripping off his head and shitting down his neck. Now, that's not nice. It's also so very 1990. It was at that point that I was quite glad that the bleachers in Yankee Stadium do not serve beer.