On Saturday I returned to New York City to watch the Red Sox take on the Yankees and in my short time outside of the stadium, I remembered why I never go to NYC. The city of New York BLOWS.
The two aspects about my time in the Bronx that I enjoyed was watching the Red Sox beat up on the Yankees and being in good company.
Starting off with the train. I really hate taking the train from New Haven into the city. Granted I’ve only done it twice in my life, I pray to God that I never have to do it again. It’s fun when you first get on there. New Haven is the first stop so we get to pick a prime spot but when you hit the stop in Stamford and the train is jam packed, the joy gets sucked out of it.
Then when we hit our first stop in Harlem, we’re walking in a herd of shit head Yankee fans in the 95 degree heat isn’t awesome.
You get to the stadium in the Bronx and as you step off of the train, you get a nice whiff of the borough and immediately want to turn around and head back to a beautiful city like New Haven or Bridgeport. It smells like wet garbage and Newport cigarettes.
Now my next gripe is just more with ball parks in general and as much as I wish I could blame this on New York, the same would happen at Fenway. Having to pay fifteen dollars for a Bud Light is RIDICULOUS. Not much more I can say than that, just God damn ridiculous.
While I didn’t spend much time outside of the stadium in the Big Apple, I always remember my first trip to New York when I went to see Notre Dame play Rutgers in the Pinstripe Bowl. My parents and I went into the city afterwards to get dinner and even in the winter, the city reeks of hot garbage. Also, I’m not huge on being in crowds so bumping into fifty eight people per block isn’t my cup of tea.
All in all, I really hope to never go back to New York City even though I know at some point I’ll be back there. Give me Portland, Maine or Charleston, South Carolina on any day that ends in “y” and I’ll be a happy camper.