First it was the Yanks, now I can cross off the Mets from my to-do list. Sorta.
The new Citi Field is rising up in the outfield. Shea = not quite as a dump as Yankees stadium. But totally loses points for serving Pepsi. Bleh. Not to mention, as a die hard Braves (and Cubs) girl, there’s really just no way I can root for the Mets. Between that and my disdain for the Red Sox, I’m really not sure if that makes me a Yankees fan by default. Eek.
Anyway, last nite was Shea Stadium replica nite, where the first 25,000 fans received their limited edition stadium giveaway.
Not only did we manage to get an extra replica (three of us, four tix.. so I just entered twice), but we also found THREE more replicas just on the ground as we were walking down the ramps out of the stadium, which you may now freely bid for on eBay. Did I mention there was a torrential downpour? Yeah, so we left 45 min into the rain delay, which was a good call since the game was canceled shortly thereafter.
Today still had fluke rain (IE it was NOT in the forecast. Again.) After some ice coffee at SJP’s coffee shop, New York bagels (I’m addicted), and an $18 mani/pedi (yes, you heard me — $18!), I headed to Harlem for the Harlem Rocks cycling race. Sure, I could’ve raced in it, but I’ve been avoiding the bike since, oh, the Dartmouth disaster. And I suppose running 9 miles yesterday probably wouldn’t be the best race prep anyway.
Somewhat controversial cyclist Tyler Hamilton at the line for Rock Racing.
The pro race ended with a down to the wire finish, where the guy who won (Eric Barlevav, Time Pro Cycling) ended up crossing the line and then faceplanting at 40+ MPH. But he seemed alright and was happy with the win. I bet tomorrow will be a little less fun, once the adrenaline wears off.
My acclimation to New York is coming along nicely. Today I yelled at a guy who was asking me for a dollar for the subway because I was obviously on the phone (wishing daddy a happy day like the good daughter that I am) and that was annoying, which is only slightly better than the time that someone on the sidewalk asked me “Do you have time for the children?” to which I replied “No.”
I’ll be fine as long as I don’t get one of those New Yawk accents.