If You Popped That Junk Up In The Bronx You Might Not (But Most Likely Will) Live

I went to Yankee Stadium last Friday for the first, and most likely last time, unless something freakish happens in the next month that takes me there again. It was a great day; predicted thundershowers never arrived and instead gave way to sunshine, the Mets demolished the Yanks 15-6, A-Rod hit one of his patented solo homers down by seven runs, and I witnessed Carlos Delgado making Mets history with 9 RBI. Arguably more impressive than any of that, however, was my crowning achievement as a driver: weaving my way through massive, bumper-to-bumper traffic on the Cross Bronx Expressway with a stick shift, all while surrounded by ferocious New York drivers. I'm immensely, and probably inordinately, proud of myself.I was also quite impressed with La Stade de Yankee. Obviously, most people would be impressed with a first-time visit to Yankee Stadium, so I suppose the previous remark requires some background: I'm kind of a stadium historian. I've read several books on the his...