Holy moley! I went to a playoff game!

Let me begin by apologizing for being a student. I know I promised myself, and you, that I would write two blog posts a week; one here, and one on http://markcyv.blogspot.com/. Unfortunately, I haven't been too great about that with this one. Much of this has to do with being busy, but also with the Red Sox epic fail in September. Next post will be about that, and the many changes the team has seen since then. Now, to the real reason you're reading: I WENT TO A PLAYOFF GAME!

On October 2 (yeah, yeah, two weeks ago, I know) I went to my first ever playoff game of any professional sport. Unfortunately, it did not include my beloved Red Sox, but that is of little or no consequence, because it was still PLAYOFF BASEBALL! It also had my Dad's favorite team, and my second favorite, the Detroit Tigers. It also included the dreaded Yankees losing at home, so it was pretty awesome. A-Fraud failing miserably, and receiving a heavy round of boos each time he failed (it happened at lot) was wonderful. Golden boy Derek Jeter striking out in a crucial at-bat in the 9th was great. Seeing Andy Pettitte at Yankee Stadium, and not pitching was also great (I bet most fans there wished he was still pitching for them). Hearing his wife sing the national anthem was not as terrible as it sounds. There was rain off an on the whole game, but our upper-upper deck seats were under the overhang, so we weren't bothered by it. It was impossible to find good parking (thanks to my own failures to wake up at the correct time) and I still feel really bad about it. I dealt with the deserved anger from my dad and brother, and made the best of the game, which was the best, most exciting game I'd been to, at least this season. There's just something about playoff baseball...

This was my first time in New Yankee Stadium, and to be honest, I was not super impressed. It's just like the old one, except newer, basically. Sure, it's a very nice ballpark, but it's really nothing special. It's nothing compared to the uncomfortable tiny seats that point you out towards center field from right like Fenway. Still, I was glad to have been to the new park of my most hated rivals.

I really enjoyed the obnoxious Yankee fan who told my dad, brother, and I to sit down when we were cheering for Miguel Cabrera's first inning homer. We'll cheer if we want, jerk!

I really enjoyed the Tigers winning in the dramatic fashion that they did. I was literally on the edge of my seat for all of the ninth.

Above is a picture from our seats, with a perfect view of all the (literally) fair weather fans the Yankees have, who left when a tiny bit of water began falling from the sky. IT'S PLAYOFF BASEBALL! Tough it out! I would never even consider leaving a game early that is not an absolute blowout, regardless of the weather. And this was the playoffs, so leaving in a tight game is just inexcusable. You should be ashamed of yourselves, Yankee fans.

Thanks for reading, make sure to check out my next post, where I may have an emotional breakdown halfway through, as I'll be talking about those guys the Yankees are now golfing with: The Boston Red Sox.