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Now that the
Fall is racing by and everyone is settling into the "school in
session" season, I'm reflecting upon what started out as an awesome Summer
2012--going into NYC for dining, mom play dates with friends, beach time and
yes, I even went fishing for the 2nd time in my life. So when I had an accident
in NYC only a few weeks into the summer, I was not a happy camper.
My girlfriend and I went into NYC for a day
of fun when I injured my foot, leg and neck, in an accident, and--even worse
than calling my family from the hospital to tell them this news--was explaining
to my younger son I wasn't going to be able to take him and his friends to Lake
Compounce the next day as I had promised. When I called Dylan from the hospital
to share the details of my injuries--there was a long silence after he realized
I wouldn't be able to go to the park the following day. His brother and his
friends had just gone the week before so he wanted his just dos. My girlfriend
was with me at the hospital, and the one salvation we had after the 7 hours at
Lennox Hill was laughing many times that my son was more upset about Lake
Compounce than my injuries : )
So what could make the summer even worse?
The day after my accident, our younger son flipped his bike over and broke his
clavicle in a "jagged split," according to the orthopedic who gave
him a 6-8wk minimum recovery time. His entire back was skinned from the fall,
and he couldn't find a comfortable position to sit much less sleep for weeks.
One mom who has become a good friend of mine and our sons are also friends put
it really well when she offered healing wishes adding, "How cruel for an
active teenage boy to break his clavicle in the summer." No baseball, no
sports at all--not even swimming."
Once Dylan was able to sit comfortably, we
started going out for walks, having a few friends over--although it was quite
challenging to create activities that would be nearly as fun as water slides,
kickball and just plain summer craziness. We started doing day trips and going
away for a few nights at a time. After four weeks into his healing, the doctor
said he could start swimming before moving around to more challenging
activities. And, of course, Dylan went with my husband, who was one of the
coaches, to all the baseball games to support his team from the bench.
Dylan loves the Yankees! So, I wanted to
take him to a special game. Since my older son had another event to go to and
was active all summer--and especially since my husband is a Red Sox Fan ( Can
you imagine our summer dinner conversations? The constantjabbing and rival team trash talking),I wanted the game to be an activity for just
the two of us.
We had an awesome time last year when we
took the Yankee shuttle to see one of the ALCS game. I was able to buy the
tickets last minute from a friend who lives in the city (Larry : )
Everyone has a favorite player.
Gearing-up for the game!
There was an electricity in the air from
the moment we boarded the packed subway car. Even though the chill in the air
felt more like football weather, there was no mistaking that this was a
baseball night to remember--A Yankee night for sure. The fans were jovially
bouncing around, already spewing their victory chants against the Texas
Walking into the winding trail from train
stop into the stadium, the smell of chestnuts roasting filled the air and it
was cold enough to blow smoke rings. It was jammed and the fans were jamming.
What a great start with the Yankees
winning the first few innings. We were screaming and stomping our feet along
with all the other fans. Then, one decision changed the direction of the game:
A.J. Burnett intentionally walked a player, which was then followed by a home
run, slammed by Bengie Molina. The game ended with a 10-3 loss for the Yankees.
Yes, we still had an amazing time,
especially on the train rides there and back, listening to all the jokes and
banter. But the ending was disappointing.
after a rough summer recovery, I also wanted to recover that Yankee loss and
replace it with an ever bigger, more spectacular win. I found a Red Sox verses
Yankees Sunday Night game, got tickets and surprised my son. I admit I asked the man upstairs for some
intervention because I wanted to have a winning memory.
I'm sure most moms can relate to
supporting their kid's interests. Before I had my boys, I had no interest in
baseball. But after becoming my boys' number one fan in all the sports they
play, I also became a fan of their baseball team (not my husband's team lol).
Like wounded warriors, my son, with a broken
clavicle, and me, limping along, worked
our way to what has become our favorite seats: high behind home plate. We love to sit
there because there's an awning to shield us in case it rains, is windy or too
sunny. However, on this occasion, climbing high after filling our hands with
sodas and treats, along with our injuries, caused much chaos trying to work our
way to our seats. Other fans graciously tried to help us through the maze. Dylan
and I were laughing so hard trying to maneuver our way up the stairs that we
had to stop several times.
The game was amazing as the Yankees scored
and the Red Sox didn't. We didn't want any surprises this time and began to
have confidence that this game would be a winner. Highlights from the game
included Hiroki Kuroda pitching a scoreless game and Ichiro Suzuki scoring two
home runs, ending in a 4-0 victory. Now, that's what I'm talking about!
This time the trip home was even
sweeter...until we arrived at the train station where screaming fans waited by
the schedule board, looking for the number of which departure track we should
board to get home. Only minutes before the train was scheduled to leave was the
track number posted. Needless to say it was mayhem trying to keep my son's
shoulder shielded as I clung to him down the stairs. We squeezed into a seat
while many others weren't so lucky.
As people were scrambling, a dad yelled,
"Could someone please move over so my son can sit down. He has a broken
foot?" At that time, someone else yelled, "There's a few guys
throwing up in the back of the train." The train didn't move for about 40
minutes--and still the boy with a broken foot was standing. I looked across
from us, and there was an open seat between a woman and a young man who was in
& out of his drunken stupor. His head kept falling on to the shoulder of
the woman (who he didn't know) next to him. And she wasn't happy about it.
Again, the dad pleaded for someone to let
his injured son sit down. So, as an advocate for children and having an injured
son too, I stood-up and said, "let this boy sit down NOW!" The woman
sitting next to the drunken boy moved over and let the young man sit down. He
made an immediate friend when the inebriated boy now snuggled up to him. We
were all laughing, and I asked him if I could take his picture for my blog,
which I included.
another Yankee Clipper ride with me and my boy by my side!