Take me out to the ball game.

Twas an interesting work in week as most of the figure heads were out in California at a conference to demo the package to clients. And while the cats were away.... The week included Nintendo Wii, mandatory free lunches, an early finish on Friday and a free bar on Thursday until about 10 or 11pm. Overall, not too taxing (har, har; can't believe I haven't used that one sooner).

In order to unwind after the hectic weekend, Carmel had generously organised a baseball game for our viewing pleasure. We made our way to Carmel's early on the Saturday morning where we were treated to a mouth-wateringly delicious fry, greasy goodness at it's best. From there, it was onto the number 4 subway towards Yankee Stadium. Once we were heading into the stadium I got pulled back because my backpack was too big...sheesh. A trip to the local bowling alley “secured” us a place to keep my bag and we were ready to go. I still had my camera on me, and luckily I got past the fella this time; take that!

Made contact, but fouled.


Myers came out when things started going badly; they only got worse.


Once we found our seats we were mighty impressed; right in-front of the pitching mound and about 10 rows back, not your typical seats. Unfortunately, things were not going to continue quite as amiably as the Yankees proceeded to do... well, nothing; apart from giving Oakland 7 runs. With only one hit in the entire game (and I missed it for the sake of the blog opening pic!), it wasn't exactly their best showing... thankfully I'm a Sox fan... *cough*. It had been a great day out, slightly tarred by the 7-0 hammering, but we couldn't complain, just hurl insults at the pitchers as they walked dejectedly from the field.

Almost...


I had been meaning to get a picture of one of these for a while. It's a black squirrel, only ever seen them in the Bronx, how fitting.


Word had it that there was a free concert in Central Park on the Sunday; free? Sign us up. So we wandered down to Central Park on Sunday and investigated. We arrived just as it started at 3pm, but were subjected to possibly the most excruciating audio-martyrdom imaginable, suddenly, free wasn't so attractive. Thankfully we knew the act coming up was of a much higher standard, so we reluctantly grinned and bared it. We moved up closer for the main act and quite surprisingly got up to the front barrier with only a single body separating us from the act. The gig was a resounding success and much fun was had. Rodrigo y Gabriela, in case you were wondering ( perhaps Carolyn or Brendan have heard of them? ). Not too many pictures, as most of the cameras space was spent on videos and it's a little late to start video editing now, but rest assured, I got some good footage!

Team Torture. No doubt punishing everyone around them because they have those ridiculous beards and outfits.


Someone should tell him how to use that thing.


There we go, now he has it.


Celebrating...


Head banging. ( though the shot seems to have focused on the blokes head infront of me >.< )


Totally zoomed out.


Ah what the hell; here's a video, editing is crap-tastic, you have been warned. Sun was reflecting quite a bit too.


Drained from the Sunday sun we made our way out for some food, by pure coincidence (¬ ¬), we stumbled upon a fine upstanding joint, only slightly out of our way, going by the name of Hooters. In we trotted. Shocked and appalled are the only words I can summon to describe the scenes I saw, Gary insisted we stay though and I am not one to argue. 15 “Hail Mary”s tonight.

Stuffed; we took the subway home to let the bloating die down.