As Big Money Tony wrote earlier this week, we took our first of a two part journey to NYC to close down Shea and Yankee Stadium. This past weekend's trip was both fun and memorable. We started our trip via the metro to Union Station before taking Amtrak to Penn Station in New York.
Big Money Tony asked me if Amtrak was still the Wild Wild West of security. Having taken the train more recently than Tony I replied yes. Walk yourself and your bags onto the train throw them up top and walk to the dining cart for some food and drink and just hope for the best. It's the honor system. BMT brought up a great point about Amtrak. Where else can someone just hop on a train and while it's moving then go around checking tickets.
The train was so packed even single seats were sparse. BMT first found a dining cart seat before a seat opened up near me. Eventually we caught up and found two seats together. Sometimes it's the simple things in life that bring a smile or a laugh. It could have been the worst of times, but appeared to be one of the best Amtrak times of all times. BMT turned to me and mentioned that for as long as he was sitting on the aisle, which was twenty minutes that the orange light designating that someone was in the toilet was turned on. This immediately drew the eyes of The Sports Freak and a hearty belly laugh. It pre-occupied much of the remainder of the ride up. Afterall, it was now like an experiment with beakers and test tubes. Who was in there and for how long?
After 45 minutes we already knew that there most likely wasn't anyone in there, but it was nice to think there was. Imagine how bad a train ride that would be. It was close to two hours later when I pondered and proposed a hypothetical situation to BMT. What would have you laughing harder: someone exiting the bathroom with a deep exhale and their hands on their waste before suddenly turning back into the restroom or someone that comes out taking a deep breath with their hands on their hips as they walk to the restroom directly across the aisle?
We arrived in NYC, checked into the hotel, and were on our way to Shea taking the #7 train. The Stadium was a nice and more modern version of RFK. To arrive in our seats we waited in a line for our gate unlike Nationals Park where most fans enter from CF, but are able to access the park from any area. Apparently Shea is similar to Nationals Park in that a child asking to keep the top to her recently purchased bottle of water was rejected. This boggles the mind when anyone can buy a minature bat or even bring an unopened bottle of water or soda into the park, but purchasing a bottle inside the park doesn't entitle a customer to keep the cap. Just a ridiculous rule.
As for the game it was a low scoring affair that had it's fair share of great pitching and timely hitting. The "Meet the Mets" song finally made sense from Seinfeld as we witnessed the song first hand. With a swing of a bat a home run was hit and the apple as seen in BMT's previous article popped up. Wright closed the game shut and a fabulous experience at Shea with a jumping and stabbing motion at a screaming line drive to end the game 3-0.
We headed back into the city to 37th St near MSG for some White Castle burgers and sampled the recession special at Gray's Pappaya before getting ready to head back on the train the next morning. We can't wait until August and our Keeper League Fantasy Football Draft in NYC when we have the opportunity to catch a game at Yankee Stadium.