I had a good time reading from Lasting Yankee Stadium Memories in Brooklyn last night. I went on first and by the time I was finished the Yanks held a 3-2 lead. When I got to the subway, it was 4-2 and that’s the last I knew from anything until I reached Dyckman Street in uptown Manhattan. I sat on the 1 train, clutching my phone, waiting for the train to exit the tunnel so I could get a signal. The anticipation…oh, the anticipation. When I saw the score, the game was final–Yanks 5, Twins 2. I raised my right arm and let out a “Yeah.” A woman sitting across from me looked up and knew. “What’s the score?” she said.
“Yanks won,” I said.
A few more people looked up and we were all smiling.
I waited for the bus on 231st street and called Jay Jaffe for a recap.
When the bus arrived, I said hello to the driver.
“How you doin?” he said.
“The Yanks won, I’m great.”
I found a seat in the back and then I heard the driver’s voice over the loudspeaker.
“What was the score?”
“5-2” I yelled.
Bus full of sleepy but happy New Yorkers.