How Skilled a New Yorker I've Become!

The other night leaving Yankee Stadium after the Yankees eighth or ninth win in a row we pressed in among the mass heading through the subway turnstiles at 161st and River Ave to head back to Manhattan. There's always the tourist or the clueless who can't make their card work or they try six "insufficient fare" cards in a row from their pocket. The line behind presses and groans and, when I used to come to visit or in my first year or so living here, I'd worry that I too might slide the Metro card wrong or too slowly and stall the stampede. But this night, yes this night!, I swiped the card so perfectly that the LED "Go" indicator on the turnstile from the previous person didn't even turn off before it clicked me through. Kind of like the newly minted boy scout A-Rod timing a 3-2 pitch perfectly and ripping it deep into the left field bleachers. OK, maybe it's not quite that superb a skill, but it's a skill!