It was the last hurrah at Yankee Stadium, in case you’ve been living in a hole and not watching ESPN. The “network” has trumped this event like JFK had been shot and the grassy knoll is the outfield where Mickey Mantle used to spit tobacco.
I went to the stadium twice and the first time, sat in the nose bleeds. It was a terrible view and the stadium seemed to lack any intimacy. I followed up another time and sat in the bleachers. I thought that it was cool that the “bleacher creatures” had a song that cheered for every Yankee in the starting line-up, and that each Yankee player in the outfield would acknowledge the fans as the creatures sang the song during warm-ups. But the bleacher scene lacked the party atmosphere at Wrigley and I found most of the bleacher fans repulsive.