Take Me Out To The New Stadium

The World's Most Perverse  Copyboy

I lured Jim Meehan, a copyboy crony from 35 years ago or so, out of his Nyack lair to fulfill a 20-year ritual of falsely promising each other that we'd get together at a Yankee game.  

(Jim last week: "I don't know. Doesn't anyone else want to go? I'm not much of an athlete." Thom: "Don't worry. They're not going to ask you to pinch hit." Jim: "Call me if you can't find anybody else." I ignored him, knowing that he'd accept after consulting with his brain trust, Debbie.)

Jim (see photo below), it turns out, has been preparing for the Goose Gossage lookalike contest  that, alas, wasn't actually held yesterday. Maybe in 2029.

Portraits of Jim by his talented sons Patrick and Joe, in front of some of Jim's own art, show the whiskers at a more incipient, if not as insouciant, stage.

Hooky yesterday. Again. I could get use to this on, what a marketing company reminded me yesterday, is the upcoming 20th anniversary of T.H. Forbes Co. (They tell me that the "4 most powerful words" I can use are "20 Years of Experience." Is that true? How sad.)

My poker crony, Dennis, and his wife, Susan, treated me to a couple of very nice field-box seats at the new Stadium, 25 rows back and a little behind first base, just underneath the mezzanine overhang and out of the sun.

As  disappointed as I was with the Canon PowerShot's performance under the lights last week at storied Upper Rumbrook Field — the shots below of the Reachers' own Sultans of Swat, Flaherty and Pezzuto are barely passable — I was very happy with the zoom len's performance  in the afternoon light.

The Yankees battled back from a 7 - 1 deficit but Eric Hinsky left the tying run on first in what would have been one of the grandest debuts I've ever seen. First, playing right field, Hinsky acknowledged the Bleacher Creatures roll call by simulating rolling up his sleeve, as  if he were showing off a tat or something. Then he made a nifty diving catch to end the first inning. He followed with a fifth-inning home run off of the facing of the mezzanine in right. 

But the game was lost, IMHO, in the first when Derek Jeter made an uncharacteristic blunder by trying to steal third with no outs. He was punched out on a controversial call ("the ball beat you," the ump told him), but he shouldn't have been going in the first place. Nick Swisher immediately followed with a line-drive single, of course, to prove the point. 

'Twas a glorious day, nonetheless.

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