Although 'twas disappointing to see the Yanks win streak brought to an end last night (and helping the Mets snap their losing streak did not feel particularly swell either), the Yankees didn't seem to miss a beat today. I had mentioned yesterday that with the Yanks' collective fragile emotional construct they have a propensity to waver after any vestige of past failures reemerges, but they assuaged my fears today by scoring 11 runs and not allowing some pitching missteps to ruin their resolve. I was lucky enough to be in attendance at Yankee Stadium today, and while I didn't catch any fly balls or manage to sneak into the clubhouse, I did have a lovely day. In case you missed the excitement or just want to hear about my time at the game, here's what went down this afternoon:

• First off, I went to the game alone. When I first arrived I was a bit concerned that I might feel awkward sitting at the game solo, but the experience taught me a lot about myself. For instance, I learned that I don't need friends with me to yell at strangers; in fact, starting fights with Mets fans might be even more exhilarating with no one to back you up. Also, I didn't have to share my cheese fries with anyone.
• One of the gals walking around selling cotton candy bent over and had a tattoo of the Yanks logo on her lower back. I am not anti-tattoo (I may or may not have a couple myself...), but that is some serious dedication.
  
• Both A-Rod and Jeter hit 2-run blasts, but the cheering for A-Rod was resoundingly stronger than it was for Jeet (this is not to say that people weren't going wild for Jeter as well, of course). I'm not sure if we can chock that up to the timing of the homers or if the fans really are supporting A-Rod these days, but I found it interesting.
• There was some very strange weather surrounding the Bronx today. When I arrived at the stadium it was about 90 degrees, I was sweating like mad (I'm sorry for that frightening visual) and happily paid $4.50 for a 24oz bottle of water. Just 2 hours later it was pouring rain and we were forced to endure a 30+ minute rain delay, which apparently is just a code name for "corral 55,000 people into a series of hallways where there is nothing to do but shove each other and buy $10 beers".
  
• Kyle Farnsworthless really is a chump. I just cannot stand that man. They had him on the Jumbotron thingy giving out a trivia question or something of the sort, and I nearly vomited the aforementioned delish cheese fries onto the head of the Mets fan sitting in front of me.
• Mariano really did make me nervous in the 9th. I hate to admit that, but that whole inning was a mess.

Too bad Boston won, too. Come on, Bonds: Tomorrow would be a good time to knock a few homers in.