Pride Of The Yankees

I am more than a little bit aghast at reading about the caloric and financial excesses chronicled at the New Yankee Stadium. Yet the author is right — this is somehow the very essence of what New York is about. 1,400-calorie nachos, the old baseball field seemingly transplanted into the middle of the swankiest mall in the Bronx, which sells not only $150 hoodies but also raw beef and three varieties of fresh pears, and front-row tickets costing over $2,600 per seat.
The Yankees are apparently reveling in it all, quite unapologetically, despite the fact that Cleveland beat the crap out of them out on the diamond one their first day playing in their new home.

Burt Likko

Pseudonymous Portlander. Homebrewer. Atheist. Recovering litigator. Recovering Republican. Recovering Catholic. Recovering divorcé. Recovering Former Editor-in-Chief of Ordinary Times. House Likko's Words: Scite Verum. Colite Iusticia. Vivere Con Gaudium.