If you were God and you designed a night that was perfect for a baseball game, you would have designed an evening exactly like the one we spent at Yankee Stadium. When we got off the subway, the energy of the stadium crackled around us. We had resigned ourselves to spending an exorbitant amount of money on stadium food, but it turned out just the opposite. We got four slices of pizza and two Snapples for 12 bucks, right outside Yankee Stadium! Does that seem cheap!? I was almost tempted to go back in the pizza place and see if there had been a mistake, but then I came to my senses. The last thing a pizza shop owner from the Bronx needs is a Mormon mom from some flyover state out west questioning his math skills. So we just enjoyed our slices as crowds streamed by, clad in Yankees gear to a person. Ruby and Golda picked up some knock-off Yankee hats so they would fit in. Our favorite food vendor was the Cracker Jacks guy. He had a unique, nasal-y way of shouting "Crack-er Jacks!" We thought he just had a funny voice until we heard him speak to someone in a normal voice. We could hear his cries of "Crack-er Jacks!" reverberating all over the stadium. If someone flagged him down, he would pitch the bag of Cracker Jacks and send it sailing over the crowd. Then the buyer would pass his cash down the rows. The crowds, even the occasional Red Sox fans, were spirited and jovial, as if they knew on some level how very, very fortunate they were to be at Yankee Stadium on a gorgeous summer night.
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