America's Favorite Pastime ...

... is baseball, of course. And so tonight I went off to Game Three of the "Subway Series" between the New York Yankees and the New York Mets. It was at Yankee Stadium, which was a treat for me. I'm from Long Island, so I've been to Shea (home of the Mets) about six dozen times, but I'd never before entered The House That Ruth Built.

It was great fun. It rained, but I bought a Subway Series ball cap to keep the rain out of my eyes and then sat out in my seat - six rows from third base - to let the rainwater soak right through my tank top and cool me off for the first time all day. It was amazing, and sort of a turn-on (yeah, I'm a little bit of a freak). But then the weather cleared, and the game began.

I grew up with the Mets. It was required of me. But I have to say (however grudgingly) that the Yankees have it all over my team when it comes to "cute." (A notable exception is Randy Johnson, of whom my Grandma Olympia would surely have said: "It's a sin to be that ugly"). And they have fabulous names like Derek and A-Rod and The Big Unit. (Can you say "phallus," boys and girls?)

I have no idea why I'm posting about this. It's after two am, I've just gotten home, and I'm way too wound up for sleep. Maybe it was all that testosterone ...