Hungover
Friday night I was in shadows at Yankee Stadium, despite the complete lack of sunshine upon me, as the $50 face value seats were surrounded on nearly all sides by concrete. Including the giant overhang about 3 feet above my head.
That’s not even me pointing in that silhouette; it’s the guy in front of me, arm forged to my torso by darkness, positioned as if to say, “Look! That’s where the outside is. Where baseball is played. Someday I hope to be there.”
I hope they take these things into account as they build the new Yankee Stadium across the street.
It’s amazing how seldom baseball owners seem to realize that people who go to their teams’ games would actually like to enjoy the experience.
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