I’m beginning to think my shoes hate me.
Remember when I said I was going to do my best to write posts about activities to do while visiting ballparks in different cities? Remember my post about not being able to do so in DC because I couldn’t walk much due to a freak shoe incident? Remember my tweets about how I was so excited to go to New York for 5 days because I absolutely love it? Yeah. I’m not sure what I did to get bad shoe karma but it happened again.
I normally travel in flats but was so excited about getting to New York, I decided a pair of wedges were necessary. When we got to New York, the weather was so awful that the pilot had to fly us in a flight pattern for 40 minutes before we could land. Due to the chaos, he wasn’t able to pull up to a gate so they pulled some rickety metal steps up to the plane and we got out in the rain. Fabulous.
Distracted by the rain and being ever so thankful that I didn’t eat **it walking down the wet stairs, I wasn’t paying attention to where I was stepping. Of course, I managed to step down right on the edge of a giant crater in the cement that was probably visible from Mars. There is no faceplant to report but I did manage to roll my ankle over my bloody shoe. It didn’t hurt at the time. I was mostly just concerned that no one saw me do it because… embarrassing!
That night, the boys weren’t flying in until about 2 am and it was my friend Jackie (Frazier’s) birthday, so we had plans to celebrate. We went to an Irish pub down the street and had quite the memorable time. Some highlights include getting reprimanded by a strange man for ordering carbs with no protein (french fries and hash browns), the bartender refusing to make us a shot we wanted and the carbohydrate police officer (who was married with children and on some level of wasted even I can’t comprehend) asking if we would go back to a hotel with him about 24 times. It. Was. Awesome.
It was so awesome in fact, that we headed back to the safety of my hotel room to make some drinks until the boys got there. If you hear Mat or Todd’s side of the story, we got a little bit too carried away with our celebrations. I would argue against this until the end of time if it wasn’t for the fact that Jackie drank blue shampoo thinking it was mouthwash when she got back to her room. Let us all take a moment to LOL. (Love you, Jackie).
I’m not sure when my ankle first started hurting, because I don’t think I could feel much of my legs, but I whined about it to Mat that night. I woke up the next day in so much pain that I couldn’t even go back to sleep. Retracing my steps from the night before, I was certain the injury must be “celebration” related but I couldn’t recall tripping or enduring a shark bite. Suddenly, it hit me. THE FREAKING CRATER AT THE AIRPORT.
Limping is not hot but I wasn’t ready to throw up a white flag just yet. That night, I limped my way 9 blocks to the subway, up and down countless stairs and around Citi Field. This was as bad an idea as you could possibly imagine. I now know what my feet will look like when I’m 8.5 months pregnant and am not looking forward to it in any shape or form.
I spent the next day in bed watching at least 8 episodes of House with my ankle elevated on ice. Friends, this is not the way to spend a day in NYC. A good grilled cheese sandwich and a book in central park slowly faded from my list of desires as I realized my trip was shot. White flag. I limped my way to a few other games but that was it.
The only thing of interest I can report from my trip to NY is that Yankee Stadium just doesn’t feel very baseball-y. In fact, it feels more like watching baseball in a shopping mall with extra expensive beer. It’s a nice stadium indeed but I’ll take Wrigley or Fenway over that any day. I’m not sure what I was expecting but I assumed it would be the ultimate baseball experience. Oops.
If I have another shoe malfunction on the road this season, I think it will be safe to say that the baseball Gods don’t want me telling you about how cool other ballparks and cities are because we kind of have it made as baseball fans at Great American Ball Park… minus the humidity. I’m still looking for an upside to the humidity.
Peace, love and saunas.
p.s. If you’re new to this whole humidity gig like I am, Pedialyte popsicles should be your new best friend.