So I went to see the New York Yankees play the Texas Rangers last night. My dad was in town and he's been a Yankees fan since he was a kid. I, on the other hand, have enough sense not to be a Rangers fan. They're one of the biggest chokers in the history of sports.

But anyway...the game was a good one. The Yankees started out with a run in the top of the third, and the Rangers actually answered the bottom of that inning with a nice sacrifice/base hit to keep it even. Then in the fifth, the Yankees hit a two-run homer to go ahead 3-1. Strong pitching kept it that way until the bottom of the 9th, and this is the kind of game the Rangers play. They tease you.

They got a runner on second, with two outs, and Ruben Sierra stepped to the plate. He's pretty washed-out, barely making the team as a Spring Training invitee. He's batting around .200, and I wondered why in the hell they didn't pinch-hit for him. I figured they'd just given up. But Ruben hit one down the right field line and drove in a run, making it 3-2.

Then Mike Young got up, hit a ground ball to the second baseman, who bobbled it, and barely threw him out at first. The fans booed, but he was out.

Anyway, it was a well-played, close game. Problem was, we were sitting in basically an echo chamber for the speaker system, and it damn near blew our eardrums out. Plus, we were next to two jackasses giving a running commentary and heckling our own Right Fielder, Juan Gonzalez. They were almost louder than the sound system, and they weren't even drinking beer. But that's the charm of the ballpark.

I swore off pro baseball after the last strike, but I've still got friends and family who want to see games, so I've already been to two this season. Doubtful I'll go again this year, though.