What made this victory so sweet was that the big "L" went to Bonderman. You remember Bonderman, right? More good news as we were leaving Yankee Stadium: the
Which brings me to Tier Reserved Row M, seats to two of the worst parents I have ever seen. Mr. & Mrs. Row M (and extended family) brought their adorable little three-year-old girl to see the game. Definitely a point in their favor. But, as an impartial ump...these parents are 0-1 in parenting in my book (big strikeout, definitely not 'looking'):
Strike One: letting the kid stand on her fold-down seat without supervision, leading to the inevitable fall and the even-more-inevitable giant bruise between the eyes.
Strike Two: waiting 1 1/3 innings to get up and get ice for the developing welt.
Strike Three: trying to carry out the kid in one hand, beer in the other.
The parents' combined beer total equaled the number of runs scored by the Yankees. That may have been acceptable in May, but not today.
P.S. Thank you Angels. You can stop winning now.