yanks won 14-3, it was almost sad. but, as much fun as the action on the field was, let's talk about the fun going on in the stands. we had some interesting people sit in front of us, and by interesting i mean annoying. these women were so not concerned with the game, they clearly were dragged here by their husbands/sons when they would have preferred to go shopping. then there was the case of the great peanut flood of 2006. someone accidentally dumped a brand new bag of peanuts that didn't even belong to her. evidence a:
now, the perpetrator (sp?) behind the flood shall remain nameless, as is the policy of absolute bakwas. there were other interesting people of the day as well - an italian patriarch who was a big spender and a roly-poly boy who was the best dancer to ymca that i've seen in years. we also went to little italy on arthur ave. which was very cool. we ate at dominick's, a real family-style restaurant with no menu, no prices, just good food. it was there that we met the most interesting father-son couple. the son had a one-side staring contest with the dad, kept kicking him under the table. mind you, this kid was a teenager, not some 2-year old. the dad kept yelling at him to stop, to grow up, how he was ruining his dining experience. i don't think either of us has ever been as uncomfortable as we were, unwillingly overhearing their entire aggravated conversation. but whatever, seems fitting - a visit to the bronx wouldn't be complete without some shadiness!
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