Jeter swallows

I spent yesterday evening at Ameriquest Field, cheering on the Rangers and, of course, jeering the demonic Yankees. I had planned ahead, packing a nice set of Reefs, white linen pants and my navy blue YANKEES SUCK shirt. I had worn it to a 2005 Rangers game and received quite a few compliments, so it is clearly well-received in this town. Much like another town I know.

So when I was confronted by an employee who asked me to remove the shirt before I even entered the stadium, I was clearly appalled. I compromised and agreed to just fold the shirt up so that the "SUCKS" was covered. It was demoralizing to have to pose as a hobag belly-baring Yankees fan, but how else is a girl supposed to get to her seat?

As soon as I got inside I took my shirt back down and sat back to enjoy an evening of ballpark food, good company and all-American Yankees-bashing.

All of a sudden, Don Ritter, our elderly section monitor, was hastily climbing collapsible stadium seats to reach me, at which point he asked me to cover up my shirt.

Sounded to me like he wanted to see some skin. So I obliged.

Periodically throughout the game (which, by the way, was very reminiscent of the heartbreak of Red Sox / Yankees games), Don would catch my eye and motion for me to hike up my shirt. I was quite taken aback by his cheekiness, but went with it.

Somewhere around the 7th inning stretch, however, I got daring:

In the end, the Rangers lost. But it was a fantastically close game, AND I got to piss off some old people.