Yankee Stadium, for me and many others, has a special place in my heart. In many ways, it’s what I assume love is like. In my travels, I’ve encountered other stadiums with a better form, with better function, but at the end of the day – I always come back to Yankee Stadium. It’s everything I ever wanted it to be.

Mother Nature was not our friend on Friday – as rain showered polluted the sky and kept us from watching the game. I feel for my contingent of friends from Syracuse, who made the trek down (some to see the Stadium for the first time), and were only able to sit in the bleachers for a few moments before the game was officially postponed. Still, sitting in the friendly confines of Ball Park Lanes, we were able to enjoy a few brews and catch up. Mother Nature can’t put a damper on good friendships – and this was a great night for that.

After the Syracuse contingent bid adieu, the rest of us decided to power down to Queens. Anthony, coming up clutch as always, was able to drive and thus allowed us to avoid annoying public transportation. In Astoria, we got some food at the Blackbird and stumbled our way to the Irish Rover. At the Rover, I ran into some friends from my days in Syracuse and caught up and toasted the night. Sometime around 4am, we went back to Connie’s. Connie and I opened a bottle of wine and finished it as the sun was starting to rise over the city that never sleeps. My second day back in the city was over and the next one was starting.