All three games that weekend went to extra innings, and we actually had the time to explore downtown Philadelphia and midtown Manhattan. So I headed to Pittsburgh and picked up Mike for UBW2.
We decided to go all out and tailgate in the rain. Why not? With the Cleveland Indians in town to play the Pirates, there were a lot more chants of "Browns suck" than "Go Bucs!" (Photos ctsy Mike's mom, Nancy Dunn) 
It was a wet and chilly PNC Park for a mid-June evening, but definitely one of my favorite parks in baseball. It's gorgeous.
The way the open outfield incorporates the beautiful city of Pittsburgh has to be the highlight of PNC Park. Let's face it, the highlight sure isn't the Pirates!
No clue what the hell we're doing here. We went from Pittsburgh to Penn State, where we crashed with Matt Hoffman for the night. Red Sox-Phillies the next day was awesome, but I don't have any pics of the city of Brotherly Love uploaded yet, so those have to wait. From there, it was the short jaunt up to NYC.
Dunn poses in the middle of Times Square. It was the first time either of us had been to New York. As we pulled up to the city the night before, with Manhattan lit brilliantly on our right and U2's "Streets" blarring in the car, we realized we were homeless. We didn't have a place to stay. That's when Blake Nolan came to the rescue, setting up with two of his friends in the Financial District, and solidifying himself as one of the most clutch people ever in my quest to see all 49 drivable states. At the time, I didn't even realize he'd be along for most of the rides.
The extra inning trend continued in Queens, where the Yankees beat the Mets 7-3 in 11 frames on ESPN's Sunday Night Baseball. The people at the ballpark were classic New Yorkers, and every one of their stories, whether it be about a neighbor, or politics, or 9-11, definitely gave you an appreciation for where exactly you were, and how proud New Yorkers really are.
No clue what the hell we're doing here. We went from Pittsburgh to Penn State, where we crashed with Matt Hoffman for the night. Red Sox-Phillies the next day was awesome, but I don't have any pics of the city of Brotherly Love uploaded yet, so those have to wait. From there, it was the short jaunt up to NYC.
Dunn poses in the middle of Times Square. It was the first time either of us had been to New York. As we pulled up to the city the night before, with Manhattan lit brilliantly on our right and U2's "Streets" blarring in the car, we realized we were homeless. We didn't have a place to stay. That's when Blake Nolan came to the rescue, setting up with two of his friends in the Financial District, and solidifying himself as one of the most clutch people ever in my quest to see all 49 drivable states. At the time, I didn't even realize he'd be along for most of the rides.
The extra inning trend continued in Queens, where the Yankees beat the Mets 7-3 in 11 frames on ESPN's Sunday Night Baseball. The people at the ballpark were classic New Yorkers, and every one of their stories, whether it be about a neighbor, or politics, or 9-11, definitely gave you an appreciation for where exactly you were, and how proud New Yorkers really are. 
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