lessons from the subway series

I like my baseball. And I love competition. I make it a point every year to get to at least one Yankee game, but right now I'm not that excited by the new stadium. Nonetheless, I get all hype when we play our major rivals...I've seen us play (and beat) Boston a few times, but I have never seen a Subway Series. So this year, a crew of us went to check out CitiField for the first time to catch some Yankees vs. Mets action. 3 Yankees fans, 2 Mets fans, and my undecided homegirl in town from London who would going forward root for whoever won her first American baseball game.

Yanks lost 6-4. Whomp whomp. It was all in good fun, I lost my voice for the night, danced to the at-bat songs, ate greasy food and laughed a lot. However, this trip wasn't purely recreational, we learned a few lessons and made some important observations...

1. I'm gonna chalk this up to homefield advantage but the Mets fans were way cuter than the Yankees fans. So disappointing. We did not represent.
2. Even though it's wrong to chastise your team member in enemy territory, it is quite enjoyable to yell "earn your check" at A-Rod.
3. CitiField has much better food and spirits than Yankee Stadium. Shake Shack vs. Johnny Rockets...c'mon son. My greedy self stood on line for nearly an hour for that burger and fries. I was not alone. You can easily find beer other than Bud and Coors! They have margaritas, need I say more?
4. Derek Jeter is the man whereever he plays. So we didn't win the game (or the series) but he was part of that potentially game-tying 3-run rally in the 9th inning. That's my captain. Reliable. Holla.
5. Queen Helene must be selling a helluva lot of shea butter because she is a sponsor of CitiField.

6. There are a lot of adorable mixed couples...one Yankee fan, one Met fan. We wondered if they were gonna go home and have hot sex after the game. I get riled up over sports competitions, I'm just saying. Though I don't think it could ever work with a Red Sox fan...
7. A lot of women like baseball, we go to the games and want to wear our team's gear. But they don't make much for ladies except those stupid pink Yankees shirts and tanks. (rolls eyes) I usually end up buying boy's shirts, but can we get some baby tees or something? Women are a great endorsement for teams...men are always looking at us anyway...hello?
8. You often hear about the ghosts of Yankee Stadium who seem to come out of nowhere to help the Bombers freakishly win game they shouldn't. True or not, Shea Stadium (now CitiField) and the Mets have their own history of helpful juju, even before Bill Buckner experienced it firsthand:

9. New Yorkers kick ass. We talk mad shit, make fun of each other and maybe some pour beer on each other and get kicked out of the park, but at the end of the day, we can slap five in peace and ride the super-express Q train into the sunset happily ever after.

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Rumble in the Bronx

I haven't written much really since Morocco but my head is swimming with thoughts and things to process. They will make their way into something coherent in time. I've let a lot of "monuments" pass (i.e. Halloween, Dia de los Muertos/Santos, breast cancer month) and haven't shared information, covered newsworthy subjects, written any deep, original content. But that will come too. Instead I'm tweeting all the time. (As you can see to the right of your screen.) And I'm working on some changes sprucing up the site a bit. It's a process, bear with us.

In the meantime, we are in the midst of a World Series with the New York Yankees over the Philadelphia Phillies 3-2 and headed back to New York (to win). I am consumed. I forgot how delicious the post-season, particularly the World Series, feels to my spirit. Much love to the Twitter Yankee fam, especially the "ladies of the pinstripe," as we have gone through this nail-biting post-season together. I especially enjoy chatting with other female Yankee fans who know stuff about baseball, and about the hot bods of the players (or the newly-coined "MLB lust"). I think some men think women can't know both, or will automatically raise an eyebrow at a woman talking baseball. I've fortunately had no direct problems but I think some men are still surprised that women get so into sports, and actually know the details of the game and the players. We've disputed that bullshit. And I've been able to chat with many men who don't mention gender unless it's to big us up. Good times. Thanks Twitterverse.

With that said, Goddesses Rising is a pro-Yankee blog. Don't be mad, it ain't personal. I'm maybe a lil' competitive (lol) and baseball makes my inner child smile :) Let's Go Yankees!

be back soon...

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