Last week was Number 3’s 11th birthday, and his gift from us was tickets to his first major league baseball game.
On Monday night I took Number 3 to his first Yankees game. I loved going to Yankees games when I was a kid, and this is something I’ve been wanting to do with him ever since he was born.
I knew he would love it, and I was excited to make some unforgettable memories with him.
We took the train in to the game, and when you exit the station, the view of the stadium in front of you is pretty impressive.
Seeing your first major league field, especially when you are a little league player yourself, is a pretty awesome thing to experience.
Getting a hot dog and a big ass soda, seeing a Yankee hit one out of the park, singing Take Me Out to the Ball Game during the seventh inning stretch — all those are all pretty classic major league baseball experiences.
And while I thought all of those things might make his list of Top 5 memories at his first Yankees game, none of them were at the very top.
Number 3’s most memorable experience of the night came after we left the field.
Being a little bit clueless, I wasn’t sure exactly what the train situation was when we were leaving.
But we got to the station and a train was just about to leave. The ticket lady told me we’d have to get off at the first stop and transfer to a different line.
So we ran to catch that train and got off at the first stop.
125th Street in Harlem.
We ran down to track 3 to catch the train we needed.
But we had missed it.
And the next one wasn’t going to come for another 37 minutes.
My phone was almost dead, we were stuck in Harlem at 11 p.m., Number 3 was tired and a little bit freaked out that we were never going to get home, and all we could do was wait.
And about 20 minutes after we had been sitting there counting down the minutes and just waiting, I heard Number 3 gasp and say, OH. MY. GOD.
I looked at him and he was looking at someone behind me, and his eyes were about to burst out of his head.
I turned around.
And I saw a totally shredded and jacked up guy, who was at least 6’5″, with dreads down to his ass.
And he was wearing fishnet stockings up to his waist, 6 inch, clear lucite platform stripper heels,
And nothing else.
Number 3 looked like he was about to die.
“MOM! HE’S NOT EVEN WEARING ANY UNDERWEAR!!!”
I knew we’d be making some pretty special memories on Monday night at our first Yankees game.
Some of them I anticipated.
But this one came totally out of left field.