That was a fun game.
The game itself was great. Watching the Yankees beat the Red Sox is always fun, especially when the losing pitcher is Josh Beckett.
The company I was with was great. My friend from Twitter, Samantha, was nice enough to let me sit with her in her Sunday seats while my brother and his girlfriend sat in my regular Sunday seats.
The view – in the picture above – was great.
The people behind us? Not so great. In fact, they were awful and dreadful.
This one big mouth was trashing Robinson Cano and kept calling him “dummy.” Saying stuff like, “Good job, dummy. Now go back the dugout and smile. It’s all you’re good for.” “Yeah, walk back to the dugout and show up for camp overweight!” The other guy with him joined in on the Cano bashing. They also complained about nearly everything.
Oh and did I mention that they were Yankee fans?
I really don’t know how poor Samantha and the others around her deal with these guys every Sunday. I was nearly apoplectic by the third inning.
At one point, I actually tweeted to my 2,458 followers that I may need to be bailed out of jail. That’s how annoying these guys were.
They were the kind of Yankee fans that everyone – including fellow Yankee fans – hates: always complaining, never satisfied with anything or anyone, and they worship the 1996-2001 teams but don’t acknowledge the 2009 team.
When highlights of Bernie Williams began to play on the big board to the tune of Disco Inferno by the Trammps, Dumb and Dumber were in their “four ringer” glory; waxing poetically about how great Bernie was.
Soon, they’d be back to dissing Cano. Saying things like, “Get in front of the ball! There you go dummy!” when Cano fielded another routine grounder.
It really took a lot for me to not say something to them. I was so tempted to turn around, tell them to shut up and tell them they’re awful people who don’t deserve to have the Yankees as their “favorite” team. I put favorite in quotes because they were so horrible that if I didn’t see the Yankee t-shirts they were wearing, I’d've thought they were Red Sox fans.
No, I’m sorry, that’s insulting to Red Sox fans. That’s how bad these guys were.
I figured the Yankees winning the game would make them stop complaining.
Of course, Soriano didn’t and I cheered him on and did my own imitation of untucking my t-shirt – even though I never had it tucked in to begin with.
Dumb said something to me about George not allowing that and I said, “George wouldn’t care.” I believe I heard them say something about it being classless.
If the Yankees had a problem with Soriano untucking his jersey, someone in the front office would have told him to stop doing it.
You know what? Dumb and Dumber probably don’t like walk-off pies either. Knowing them, they probably thought A.J. Burnett was a clown or a dummy for doing it.
We didn’t feel like dealing with their ridiculousness or their negativity so Sam and I made our way toward the aisle. If we had stayed there any longer, I probably would have gotten into a shouting match with one or both of them.
Anyway, Ichiro’s two home runs were much appreciated, as was Kuroda’s strong performance tonight. I’m glad I got to see the Yankees win the series and send Boston on it’s way. I just wish I didn’t have to listen to those guys behind me.