getting hot & sweaty with a-rod

yeah, last night sucked. i was at the yankee game in box seats. for free. but let me tell you, it was wicked hot in new york. if it wasn't for some cool bevvies, i may not have survived.





minus the beer, i may have managed to at least get some photos in focus, but whatever. a-rod hit a homer, randy johnson gave up one hit, and on the packed and steamy subway ride home the man next to me was dripping sweat off his yamaka onto my neck. he was also in such nirvana from the game that every few minutes he leaned over to his 10 or 11-year old son and kissed the top of the kid's yankee hat.

it was all good in an nyc sorta way.

peace.