7's last glimpse of Queens, before diving under the East River, is of rusting trucks deserted in a factory yard, and aging, drab office buildings. Transfer to No. 4. The Yankee line. The Yankee fans are starting to move toward the Bronx in force. There are dark blue jerseys everywhere, and one brave man in a Mets cap, as the train races north up the spine of Manhattan.
Business is slow, and they head off to another car.
One woman in a Yankee shirt talks to another in a Yankee cap about how the men in her office were insanely jealous, bordering on homicidal, that she found a ticket. Others read the local papers, which are infested with World Series advertisements of every stripe. Electronic stores, clothing stores, banks, Macy's, the New York Mercantile Exchange. All hoping to cash in on hysteria. When No. 4 leaps from beneath the ground, the gray walls of Yankee Stadium smack you in the face.