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.
Fill in the caption on this photo!
Fanhouse is reporting that the American Mustache Institute endorses Jason Giambi for his amazing mustache. The team doesn’t allow any facial hair below the lip, per Mr. Steinbrenner’s edict. That being said, the Yankees gave away 20,000 fake mustaches to fans who attended last night’s game. Personally, we back the ‘stache.
“It doesn’t take a mathematician to figure out that Jason Giambi’s hitting prowess plus a fashionable mustache, equals a bona fide All-Star,” said Aaron Perlut, Executive Director of The American Mustache Institute. “Giambi’s significant first-half production as well as his powerful lip fur – indicating great intellect and good looks – make two very compelling reasons for his place on the American League All-Star roster.”
Who thought there was a relationship between a handlebar mustache and intellect?