We decided to grab a quick lunch at McDonald's, and here I got my first real experience with true New Yorkers. There was a line of a few guys outside the Men's bathroom, and they were banging their fists on the door and shouting. "There's an F'in' WOMAN in there! She's been in there forever! Hey, lady, hurry up! She's probably delivering a baby or something! Hey lady, quit flushing your babies down the toilet! COME ON!" Turns out it was just the cleaning lady, but when she finally unlocked the door she and the guys in line got into a big shouting match. Welcome to New York!
We walked over to the stadium for the tour, and I was pretty impressed. We got to check out the pressbox, sit in the Yankee's dugout, walk along the dirt on the field, and check out Monument Park. I thought it was interesting that the really good seats behind home plate and along third base were in really terrible shape. How'd you like to spend hundred, or even thousands, on baseball tickets to find your seats held together with duct tape? (no joke- duct tape).
The tour guide gave everyone plenty of time for pictures and just had a few words of warning when we went down to the field. "Do not walk on the grass, do not lie down on the grass, do not pet the grass, do not bend down and pluck a handful of grass..." Here's a picture of me behind home plate, me by Yogi Berra's number in Monument Park, and me and my dad in the outfield. We did not touch the grass.
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