We took the subway to the 161st St-River exit, where the Bronx Bombers (aka, Yankees) have called home for decades.
As we exited the subway you
can see the new Yankee
Stadium being built.
Under the subway tracks, the streets
abuzz with Yankee fans
On the tracks were signs anticipating
and welcoming Pope Benedict XVI
who will be there in about a week.
A beautiful mural on a parking
lot wall next to the stadium.
Except for the graffiti, it's
pretty nice work.
Tix in hand, we head in.
Enjoying a snack before the game.
The hall of famers on the wall,
both Yankee HOFs and
Baseball HOFs.
Chilling out as the teams warm up.
A Tampa Bay Ray heads
into the dugout.
Future HOFer Alex Rodriguez
warms up from behind home plate,
throwing bullets to a guy in mid-right
field... that guy's got an arm!
Alex Rodriguez, Derek Jeter and
Robinson Cano during the
National Anthem.
Andy Pettitte started for the Yanks.
Our view of the field. Gabe
looked over to me and joked,
"My nose isn't bleeding."
Final score. Rays 6, Yankees 3. Yeah!
Gabe reminds us to quietly
celebrate the Rays victory.
can see the new Yankee
Stadium being built.
Under the subway tracks, the streets
abuzz with Yankee fans
On the tracks were signs anticipating
and welcoming Pope Benedict XVI
who will be there in about a week.
A beautiful mural on a parking
lot wall next to the stadium.
Except for the graffiti, it's
pretty nice work.
Tix in hand, we head in.
Enjoying a snack before the game.
The hall of famers on the wall,
both Yankee HOFs and
Baseball HOFs.
Chilling out as the teams warm up.
A Tampa Bay Ray heads
into the dugout.
Future HOFer Alex Rodriguez
warms up from behind home plate,
throwing bullets to a guy in mid-right
field... that guy's got an arm!
Alex Rodriguez, Derek Jeter and
Robinson Cano during the
National Anthem.
Andy Pettitte started for the Yanks.
Our view of the field. Gabe
looked over to me and joked,
"My nose isn't bleeding."
Final score. Rays 6, Yankees 3. Yeah!
Gabe reminds us to quietly
celebrate the Rays victory.
We arrived back to the hotel pretty darn worn out from an exhausting week. We thought about hitting the Top of the Roc, but Dea just wanted to rest, as did the rest of us. So we lazed around the hotel, ate room service, watched television... anything, but walk.
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