The Yankees recently played the Angels and your correspondent eagerly headed out to the Bronx to take in the new Yankee Stadium for the first time. Here are a few pics I snapped.
First place I headed was Monument Park. I was expecting more historic memorabilia, like a museum, when really it’s just a collection of plaques honoring famous players, like legendary Yankees Jackie Robinson and Nelson Mandela.
Before the game started I walked the perimeter to take it all in. I never saw so many people wearing Yankee swag; it was hard not to projectile vomit.
One thing the new stadium has on the old one is far better amenities. Besides the usual ballpark hot dogs, pretzels, and peanuts, you could also get buckets of chicken wings and fries, paninis, sushi, steak sandwiches, and there’s even a fancy steak restaurant and sports bar. Pretty much every Yankee-branded souvenir you could possible want too. I hear that crap makes for good kindling during the winter.
The Angels taking batting practice before the game. It pains me to report that the Yankees destroyed them 8-2. You know things are bad when the Angels were on their third pitcher in the bottom of the second. At least Mike Trout hit a homer.
My seat was in the bleachers. Cost with service charge was only $25, but from what I gather they’re by far the cheapest seats in the stadium.
The main thing I took away was disappointment that I never got to see the old Yankee Stadium in person. The new one is very clean (nicest stadium restrooms I’ve ever seen) and the staff is extremely helpful, but it’s about as bland as a suburban mall. This is not just my prejudiced, SoCal-raised, pinstripe-hatin’, Dodger-lovin’ bias saying that either. After attending the game I spoke to a life-long New Yorker and diehard Yankee fan who felt the same way. He noted that the old stadium seated about 10,000 more people yet felt smaller, and it got really loud. The restrooms and concessions always had long lines, but the old place had a lot more character.
Since no doubt all of this Yankee talk has made you sick to your stomach, here are some pictures of Dodger Stadium to remind you that evil doesn’t always win. 1988 sure was a long time ago.
Next up in my tour of New York baseball, I’ll be heading to the former sites of Ebbets Field and the Polo Grounds.