On Wednesday I went to the Yankees-Tigers game. I got lost. Big time. I went to get popcorn and a beer from the concession stands. When I came back, I could NOT for the life of me find my way back to my seat. I looked up my aisle, but didn’t see it. Previously sitting with me were thirty-eight friends from the UCB Theatre. They were waving their arms right in front of me and calling out my name. But for some reason, I didn’t see or hear them. So I went over to the next aisle to continue my search.
I walked up this aisle looking aimless and not unlike a lost puppy. This time the thirty-eight friends were joined by a hundred or so other concerned fans who were screaming in my face, “Rob! Your friends are over there! They’re calling for you! Over there!!!!!” But I did not notice this. So I walked over to the next aisle. This escalated until I was looking for my seat at the exact opposite side of the stadium. As I stumbled around the left field upper deck, the entire section in the right field upper deck was screaming my name and waving their hands wildly. But I didn’t see them.
I continued my search for my long lost seat – this time in the lower level by the Yankee dugout. All the while, the upper deck chanted, “Where is Rob?” and “Rob is a retard!” Much to my chagrin I realized that my seat was not by the Yankee dugout. So I ventured back up to the upper deck. FINALLY, I staggered upon my section. The whole entire upper deck erupted. An usher grabbed me and asked if I was diabetic. Another usher told me not to drink any more beer. Walking up the aisle, people cheered, some asked for a picture with them, most simply informed me that I was lost. I couldn’t disagree with them there. I was lost.
Stay tuned for more details to come from my “lost” adventure….