i went to yankee stadium last night to see the yankees get destroyed by the tigers, 9-1.
but it was still fascinating being in yankee stadium, as the last time that i had been in yankee stadium was when i was 8 years old.
the one thing that struck me about the game is the contrast between the attitude of the players and the attitude of the fans.
the players are focussed and grim and serious, while the fans are there to party.
it’s kind of funny to see 60,000 people dancing and singing ‘whoops! there it is’ to a baseball player who is grimly determined and serious.
and on my way home i was taking pictures out of the taxi(as i’m wont to do), and i took a blurry picture that seems to have a womans face in it.
the thing is that the picture was taken on a completely desolate block of manhattan.
did i take a picture of a ghost?
i’ve put the picture up on moby.com.
moby
