Anthony was squeezed on the 2 train this morning. He got on a nearly empty car at Burke Avenue in the Bronx, but by Penn Station he was wedged between the center bar and a woman who kept jabbing him in the ribs with her elbow as she furiously worked on her BlackBerry.
“I don’t mind getting banged around a little,” Anthony explains. “It’s a reminder that I am one little person in a big city.”
The woman couldn’t hear him because she was also listening to her iPod.
“A lot of people do that,” Anthony says. “I guess it’s fine for them, but I like to hear what’s going on in the train and on the street and at the ballpark, too.”
An unfiltered Yankee Stadium is the most important.
“I see lots of people listening to the radio at the game,” Anthony says. “I’ve never done that because the game is personal to me and I don’t want broadcasters in the way.
“Everyone’s got an opinion they’re trying to sell,” he continues. “I like to get the facts and form my own.”
His opinion on:
The woman elbowing him:
“She needs to take off the headphones, put away the BlackBerry and join the party.”
The 2 train:
“That’s where the party always is.”
The left-field seat he has for Opening Day:
“I’m looking forward to everything: the train and the climb to the upper deck and batting practice and the game. It will be just me and 55,000 screaming fans and my team and nine innings.
“I’ll be one little person in a big ballpark,” Anthony continues. “It doesn’t get any better than that.”
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4 comments:
Nope, it doesn’t get any better than that.
Being one little person in a big city is what we all are. Some people will never understand that though. They think other people are there to inconvenience them.
Olivia,
I think some people may be just that!
Now, now, Joeyboy. Play nicely.
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