From The Sports Desk...
(Yes, Baierman already wrote about the new Yankee Stadium. I know. We agreed we could both write about it. Think of the two posts as a YBNBY box set.)
Many, including myself, have had reservations about the new Yankee Stadium. The idea of abandoning the most historical building in all of sport to move 40 yards to the north so the suits can profit more from the luxury boxes is hard to stomach.
Nevertheless, I knew that in order to make a proper judgment I had to attend the joint myself. When Baierman rang up on the morning of the second game ever at the new venue and offered a ticket, I immediately accepted.
With some reservation, I am sorry to report that my
preconceptions of the place were nearly right on the money. Lavish praise has heaped on the new Stadium. It's a monument to baseball, it's perfect, beautiful, awe inspiring. I heard one columnist wrote passionately about receiving a "sports boner" from being there. Okay, I may have made that up.
Anyhoo, after some subway malfunctions, a public transportation audible, a train switch and a brief hike across the
Macombs Dam Bridge, I met Baierman outside Gate 8. Right after walking through a cloud of marijuana smoke. Seriously. It was pungent. Someone needed to burn one down before the first pitch.
With a small contact high under our belts, we entered the place. With trepidation.