The Night That Was

Greetings from 30,000 feet. You have to love Virgin Air.

So, I am not even sure if I could do justice to last night. Not even just last night, actually; the entire day. Just the process alone of getting from SF to Yankee Stadium (think planes, trains, van, subways and automobiles and then some) was incredible.

We were pretty raggedy and worn out by the time we made it to the stadium at about 6:20 EST, but the look in the Little Boy's eye was just priceles when he saw that cathedral to baseball. We were on a high from there on in that did not let up until we got back to our hotel room at 1:00 am (and we had a 5:30 wake up call today. Suffice to say, we are zonked).

The game was well played and fun. It had great pitching and two timely home runs. And it also featured me and the Little Boy screaming our heads off in the Bleachers the entire time. The bleachers were the BEST. I would not have traded those seats for first row. This is where the real Yankees fans sit and the Little Boy was very much welcomed into the club. He also picked up a few new words along the way, most of which start with the letter "F".

Anyway, suffice to say I will replay last night in my head for many moons to come. As will a certain ten year old, I suspect.

Photos and video to come when we land.