The House That Ruth Built

I had the pleasure of spending 2 and a half hours at Yankee Stadium today. And about 5 and a half hours in my car going to and fro.

I left my house at 11 to pick up Fosterboy. It is usually a 45 minute drive to where he is staying. It took me an hour and 45 minutes. I don't know why.

In any event, the ride back to Yankee Stadium should have taken less than 15 minutes. Because it was now so late and because driving near the Stadium is ridiculous, we didn't get into the park until 1:40, 35 minutes after the game had begun.

The game ended about 4:15 and we proceeded to the parking garage. My car was on the third floor. 65 minutes later, I made it to the street. More than 1/2 hour after that, I still hadn't made it onto the highway. Finally, at 6:30, I arrived back at Fosterboy's place.

What's amazing is that people apparently put up with this all the time. The Yankees are averaging about 50,000 fans per game (today there were close to 55,000).

I seriously doubt that I will ever drive to a weekday Yankees day game ever again. Ich kenesht.