I have no desire to go to Yankee Stadium.
Oh, I'd go there to check out Monument Park...but I'd leave shortly thereafter. I mean, as much as I love baseball, the thought of being surrounded by 50,000 screaming Yankees fans gives me the shivers.
I'd sooner be locked in a school bus with zombies.
Fortunately, good friend of The Hall Navin Vaswani doesn't subscribe to my (admittedly) narrow-minded point of view.
I journeyed to the mother ship of baseball's Evil Empire Sunday afternoon: Yankee Stadium, in the South Bronx. While waiting in line at Tim Horton's in Manhattan before I set off, the gentlemen in front of me had his phone ring. The ringtone? Darth Vader's Imperial March. I kid you not. Moments later, I learned a valuable lesson at that Tim Horton's, one that will stay with me for the rest of my baseball journey through America: when you buy a medium coffee in the U.S., you're actually buying a large.
Read the rest of Navin's trip to the Bronx HERE.
You can follow his exploits on Twitter at @eyebleaf or visit his piece of the interwebs over at Sports and the City.