People are often surprised when I tell them that I grew up just 22 miles from New York City (an easy train ride) yet I've never been to Yankee Stadium. That area of the Bronx isn't exactly kid-friendly, but it was down-right dangerous when I was growing up in the 70's and 80's. Not that I actually wanted to go, but my mother wouldn't let me go to Yankee Stadium anyway, and I never lived in the area again after college. More surprising it that my mother, an avid baseball fan who was born in New York City and has lived no farther than 22 miles from the city her whole life, had never been to Yankee Stadium either.... until last night.

Last night my mother went to see the New York Mets take on the New York Yankees, in enemy territory in the House that Ruth Built. She went early to visit Monument Park and said the stadium was very nice. More importantly, the Mets clobbered the Yankees 11-2 (but it should have been 13-2). What a great game to make your first trip to Yankee Stadium. Perhaps my mom should go to all Mets games at Yankee Stadium?

Labels: baseball, family