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Friday, November 6, 2009

Do You Understand How Many 27 is? A lot. Like a Real Lot.



Are you aware of the effort it took to assemble 27 pieces of Yankee paraphernalia? I mean finding all those fitteds took half a day at least. Better off I'm not working. With that said, now try to imagine the feat of winning not 1, not 5, not 10, not 20, but 27 world titles. Unbelievable.

Back on top. Not necessarily where we belong, but where we like to be. Anybody that's been a Yankees fan since the mid 90's dynasty has a skewed image of what it's like to be a Yankees fan. Don't blame us for thinking we should always be playing in October, and apparently November nowadays. It's just what we're used to. Blame George. Fucking jerk. Stop spending already. How dare you spend money to field a team that has the potential to win. Put a limit on Cashman's spending habits. The man is drunk with luxurious taste. Now let's sign Holliday and Cliff Lee and get it popping.



I'll admit, this win didn't hit me the same as the 1996 to 2000 titles. Those were special, real special. Especially for a kid that saw the miserable 1980s. Andre Robertson, Steve Balboni, Cecilio Guante, Bobby Meacham. The list goes on. Then we're doing it in '94 and the strike hits. And then the grueling loss to the Mariners in '95. Then Torre signs. The guy had a sub .500 record. How could any fan be excited about that? And then the magic happened. And kept happening. I keep seeing Paulie O running in like the maniac he was and diving on the pile up. Not giving a fuck, just full of pure unadulterated joy. This team is too dainty for that? I hope not. Jumping in circles is cool and all, but, you know. Maybe pile ups are outlawed in their contracts.

But when I see Mariano, Jeter, Andy and Jorge holding the trophy it feels great. Looks great too. These dudes are unbelievable. And who knows how many more years we have with them. So we might as well cherish it while it lasts. And let's be honest, beating Philthy made it that much better. Especially with Pedro on the mound. Twice. Even if he was a hired gun, we still beat him and with conviction the second time. And knowing those terrible Philthy fans are stewing and complaining right now puts a smile on my face. I love reading the comments on these Philly sites. And if they hate then let them hate and watch the titles pile up. It's OK J-Roll you can say what you want. You're the better team? Cool with me. When I look in the books and see that the Yankees are the 2009 World Champions that's all that counts. Jimmy, you might have won the May series, I'll give you that. But unfortunately that doesn't constitute WORLD SUPREMACY. I know the frames were rose, but the lenses too? Damn homie, in '08 you were the man homie, what the fuck happened to you??

Parade tomorrow. Let's get the ticker-tape tic toc ticking. I'll be there repping hard. Maybe make out with Kate Hudson just off GP. You never know.

Ballgame over! Yankees win! Theeeeeee Yankees win!

Thursday, October 29, 2009

I'll Take a Shitter on the Schmitter aka Zim, This is for You.



Truth be told the Schmitter is one of the best ballpark food items on the planet. But we're going to ignore that for the time being and rep for my Billy Barou Nachos. A year ago today I had my Ryan Howard jersey shirt on repping for my NL East cohorts. I mean they're the Mets' arch nemesis and I hate the Mets so based on some transitive property thinking it made sense. (Buck I see you) And who were these Devil Rays? Bunch of one hit wonders.



My disdain for the un-lovable losers, last year aside, began on Sunday, May 24, 2009 during the extra innings loss to the Phils at the new Cathedral. A tough loss as Melky tied it up in the bottom 9th only to cough it up in the 11th. Thank you Brett Tomko, enjoy Oakland. Jerk. I heard about Philly fans, (not a Giants fan so indifferent to Eagles fans, until now) but seeing them in person is a completely different animal. And animals they were. A fucking May inter-league game and these dudes (girls too) are acting like it's the biggest day of their life. Bigger than first born status. "Fuck the Yankees" chants and all that. Goatees dyed red, cheesesteak hats, awfulness. And I'm not trying to talk shit behind anybody's back here. Not my thing. Just being objective, as I'm sure these people would agree that they're dirtbags too. I truly understood the degree of disgustingness. Don't even start me on the female Eagles fan in B'more who accosted us following a Yankees v. Orioles game- chick saw the Yankees garb and went into the "E-A-G-L-E-S" chant hardbody. No bullshit, the veins on her neck were trying to escape. Not bad looking either. What a shame.



Don Zimmer we still love you. The way you were face planted by this jheri curled assassin. Unacceptable. We will seek and exact revenge in your honor. Tonight is what everybody's been waiting for. The suspense, the drama. Pedro back in NYC for the first time in 4 years, though his Mets stint doesn't really register. Dude was half-crippled. Game 7 of the '04 ALCS is the real last game. The game that most mattered. A terrible day.



I thought this shirt would never have meaning again (aside from the obvious). With Damon benedicting and joining the greatest franchise ever, Manny out in Lala, and Pedro's invalid status for so long, who would have thought? (We need a Papi, Pedroia, Youkilis and Papelbon shirt ASAP) The baseball gods knew what was coming. And tonight, judgment shall be delivered. It better, because I need me some cheesesteaks, and refuse to spend my loot in Philly if they win. And going back to Philly down 2 is not a good look. Especially with a freshly insulted Cole Hamels being demoted to a 3rd stringer. LET'S GO YANKEES!!! Let's wake the fuck up. Yeah you Tex, come on. A-Rod don't start freaking out and spiral back to previous post-seasons. Not now. Man the fuck up. And Joe, get your shit together. If he's not pitching well, yank him immediately. Let's go boys.



Fuck a schmitter. Fuck a cheesesteak. We rep hard tonight. Moe's Southwest Grill gets busy. And what's Philly's answer to Jiggaman? Schooly D? Ha.

Katz's Deli really needs a stand at the stadium. That would be some real battle royale shit. NYC Pastrami vs. the Philly cheesesteak. Is it even a question?

Monday, June 29, 2009

From the Se-veeeeeen to the Fooouuuur, and the Mets Can't Hit the Ball, and The Yankees Win it All, Oh Sweep Sweep Mufuer, Oh Sweep Sweep Mufuer...



Sweep, Sweep, Sweep, Sweep, Sweep...


I couldn't let this opportunity pass. Even if it is against a minor league team. Manny's in the minors, and Manny's great, so if A=B=C we swept a great team? No. But the Yanks did what they were supposed to- beat a shitty team. About time.

And a big congrats to Mo, the greatest closer of our era, if not ever. 5 large and counting. As well as 1 and counting. RBIs that is. Awesome- K-Rod's such a dick. The dominance is unprecedented. Trevor Hoffman aside, Mo is in a league of his own. Having witnessed his entire career, the man is amazing- and he's still doing it. Just when you think he's lost a step, he comes back and dominates. And he wears # 42, 24 backwards so the jersey shirt has been in the stable for a minute. I'd say he's due for an authentic, so when the time is right, 42 is next.

Big shout to Buckemdown on the title co-credit. Kind of like the Posada to Mo. PAUSE.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

HowFresh Spotted in NY Times as Crazed Yankees Autograph Seeker.


What a creep.

I'm a day late with my NY Times reading. Am I the only wierdo that reads yesterday's news? I wasn't reading as much as skimming, when BAM, HowFresh depicted as lunatic fan. I need to get my PR team on this ASAP. My boy got me in USA Today, hopefully he can get me out of this. My reputation is at stake.

The photo was taken following the extra innings loss to the Phillies on Sunday May 24th. Phillies fans are the worst. See below.

I saw some dude taking photos, presumably of me, or the crowd, so I ducked and covered the grill. You never know where the photo might end up. I asked him what he was shooting for and he mentioned this article. My defense wasn't that great apparently as he got the left side on some sneak attack click. All good, I prefer the left side to the right anyway. If you notice the chick in the daisy dukes and pink Jeter jersey, she was the real single white female stalker. Fresh out the beauty salon showing enough skin, waiting for Mr. Jeter. I'm not sure about that, but it's the safe bet. She was posted up next to those huge gates, and every time she heard a car coming up she lit up and ran over to look through the grating. Whoa.

Best part- the Yankees were going to Texas for a Monday day game so the players were heading straight to the airport on the team bus. Not only am I a crazed autograph seeker, but a stupid crazed autograph seeker. All the cars were being driven by wives, girls, or whoevers. So no Jeter for you. We did have the pleasure of seeing Brian Cashman in his Highlander. It might have been a Hybrid. So green.

Kidding aside, unlike the old stadium where the players have to walk to their cars, the new stadium has an indoor lot. Players just roll up in their tinted vehicles and they're out. You might get a nod or peace sign, but that's it. I don't see a player stopping the ride to sign an autograph. The article explains it all in further detail, basically saying the autograph days are over. This exit is located on 162nd and River Ave. After the game hit the Dug Out for a drink and then get your creep on.

Ugh.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

The One Night I Have Legends Suite Yankees Tix a Hip Hop Show Starts on Time.



What the fuck? Did a memo go out advising of a drastic overhaul to hip hop's business model? You mean to tell me HowFresh isn't on the distribution list? I would think I've spent enough money on tapes, CDs, records, shows and whatever else to at least be kept abreast of such change. Well after some research I was able to find this...

From: Hip Hop
To: Hip Hop Head
Date: April 4, 2009
Re: General Improvements

#8. Beginning on May 1, 2009 shows will start no later than an hour from what is printed on the ticket. No exceptions. For years we have disrespected our fans, having them wait around for hours while artists got high or drunk in the green room. Now that CD sales are at an all-time low we feel that it is in Hip Hop's best interest to begin respecting the consumer.

The show this post is in reference to is the Cam'ron "Crime Pays" album release event at Highline Ballroom last Monday, May 4th. The show sold out quick fast and I was lucky enough to snag a pair of tix in the 11th Hour. Please look at the highlighted bottom part of the ticket- doors at 8 pm, concert at 9 pm. Those words usually hold as much weight as a do not jaywalk sign.



Only dilemma- Yankees v. Red Sox ticket. Bigger dilemma, Legends Suite tix aka 2 months rent aka the most expensive baseball ticket in the free world. Biggest dilemma, front row behind the Yankees dugout. It wasn't even a question. First pitch was slated for 7:05 pm. Simple mathematics would say that the Cam show would be a go. Hip hop mentality pre-memo, that is.

Ahh, but it couldn't be that simple. The rain came and didn't want to leave. So it became a race against the clock. But it still wasn't a question. Legends Suite tix = all you can eat. Even if there was no action on the field, best believe there was action in the Ketel One Club. A sleek underground bar (below field level) with a multitude of flat screens to take in the game while you're getting your honeycomb hideout on. The shelves stay stocked with the goodies. Carl's cheesesteaks, lobster rolls, chicken fingers, mini sliders, hot dogs, M&Ms- plain and peanut, popcorn, twizzlers, and soft drinks. It felt like I was stealing every time I grabbed something. Should have been rocking the Where Are You Yeezys cause this shit was most definitely the good life.



Did I mention there was a pasta station too? Penne bolognese playboy. Kiss, kiss...get em girls.



Don't forget the bathrooms. Flat screens on the mirrors. Preserved glacial ice sheets from the Arctic as the counter top. 600 thread count disposable hand towels. And the smell. Wow.

So after close to 2.5 hours...PLAY BALL. It was nasty outside, rainy and raw. But they keep the aristocracy laced with warm coffee so who am I to complain? How can I ever sit in grandstand again after lounging in the lap of luxury? The Cam show was still a possibility. Finally left in the 6th with the Yanks down 4-3. I hate leaving early, but there was a party to attend with some real hood rat women and the world of Harlem.

Fast forward to midnight, driving east on 16th between 10th and 9th Aves, A fucking ghost town. Not even the post-show stragglers. Nothing. Doors closed, and no trace of life. I was bugging. It was Cam- how the fuck could this dude arrive on time and actually perform near schedule? All of a sudden he's the people's representative with "I Hate My Job" and this? We miss the Cam on Bill O' Reilly and 60 Minutes. That arrogant jerkoff that doesn't care about anybody but himself. Years ago I would have applauded this professionalism, knowing I had an early class or had to be in the office. Today it is just unacceptable, especially when I'm juggling several events. Hip hop go back to the Tramps days, the good old days when the show wouldn't end till 3 am. That way I can have my cake and eat it too.

At least we got the internets to show us what we missed. Still would have rather caught it in person. I know it would have been dope, even though the NY Times would like to differ. Who would have ever thought that you can go to the place responsible for "all the news that's fit to print" and hear some "Cookies & Apple Juice." Cam will be on Charlie Rose or interviewed by James Lipton before we know it. KILLA!!

Intro, treats and Get Em Girls


Dipset Anthem and Wet Wipes


Classics



To catch more peep HERE and HERE.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Manny Got 99 Problems and a P.E.D. is One.



Dodgers attendance... "It's about to go down!!"

"She said Mannywood You Rich, Take the Doo Rag Off."


Damn Manny. I shed a tear today. What's happening to the sport we love? Honestly, he was the last dude I'd think would get caught in this shit. Thought his G-d given ability was all he needed. You always hear the stories about his superhuman workout regime while attending G Dubs and figured he paid his dues au natural to get where he is. It's unfortunate for the sport. But maybe it's a blessing in disguise and will force baseball to really step their game up. Where you at Bud?? Between the A-Rods, Giambis, Sheffields, Clemens, Pettittes, Sosas, McGwires, Palmeiros and Bonds (damn that's a lot)- we all knew this shit was prevalent- but none of them got caught in the act (sans Palmeiro), at least present day. The impact and shock isn't the same. Finally a superstar was caught and will pay the penalty. One of baseball's most prized personalities at that. My jaw hit the floor when I first heard. Maybe Joe Torre will write about the syringe and pill laced Dodger clubhouse a couple of years from now. Jerk. I feel for you Donnie Baseball. Still love you.

Manny released this statement earlier today:
"Recently I saw a physician for a personal health issue. He gave me a medication, not a steroid, which he thought was OK to give me. Unfortunately, the medication was banned under our drug policy. Under the policy that mistake is now my responsibility. I have been advised not to say anything more for now. I do want to say one other thing; I've taken and passed about 15 drug tests over the past five seasons.

I want to apologize to Mr. McCourt, Mrs. McCourt, Mr. Torre, my teammates, the Dodger organization, and to the Dodger fans. LA is a special place to me and I know everybody is disappointed. So am I. I'm sorry about this whole situation."

I find it so mind boggling how players can still use the "the dog ate my homework" line. Please. I wouldn't risk getting caught doing anything at a 30G per year job. But a player making $20 mil plus is unaware of medications banned under the policy? That shit makes absolutely no sense. Motherfuckers are the most privileged individuals on the planet who get paid super bucks to play a sport they love. And they play that naive shit? Officer, I didn't know it was loaded. Seriously. Sorry, can I go now? My bad yo.

On a personal level, I love the dude. He slapped Youkilis during a game. He's a hero. He has fun playing the game. This shit bothers me way more than A-Rod basically because A-Rod's a jerk. Other than his stats he doesn't bring anything to the table and if it weren't for pinstripes, A-Rod could eat the dilz. I never rooted for Manny on the Sox, but always enjoyed watching him play the game, or lack there of. I finally get a chance to support the dude, and POOF, he's gone.

Real talk, I'm glad I didn't draft him in the 2nd round- best believe he was on my radar. At least the Dodgers have the highly paid Juan Pierre on their bench. You add his steals to Manny's numbers and you might have the greatest player ever. I can dream can't I. This is karma getting back at Torre for the slander he spewed at the organization responsible for him living the good life on the West Coast.

Hopefully they'll start selling "Free Manny" shirts on Dyckman.

What baseball will miss:

Peep Manny and the wave. Wasn't able to embed the link.

Manny the interpreter


Manny aka Allen Iverson

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

HowFresh Eats Citi Field aka the Shea-k Shack.


It wouldn't be right if HowFresh only did a Yankee Stadium review. And then another review. I might be labeled biased or partial. Never that. HowFresh reps NYC- all parts. Even the boroughs I don't really care for.



The Shea-k Shack, I think I need to copyright that. Citi Field wasn't doing it for me anyway. There's no identity with that name- too generic. And we all know that the Yankees run the city. But I don't want to make this a mud throwing contest. It's bad enough the stadium is located in Siberia. Nothing like the friendly confines of 161st and River. You can't find parking there, unless you use a lot ($18), which I don't, and Shea's freshly ground rubble is still sitting there, a stadium cemetery. The chop shop district is BANANAS. Shit is a 3rd world country. Dust everywhere and potholes. I thought I broke the whole transmission- motherfuckers are just ready to pounce once they see the injured animal. Next time, if there is one, the 7 train will be the chauffeur.



Big shout to the 3 cats drinking Bud cans in front of the stadium that sold my boy a ticket for $5. There still are some decent human beings out there. They even showed love to a cat with a Yankees hat. That definitely set a nice tone for the events to follow. Outside the stadium are all the engraved bricks and stones. I read that there were some inappropriate ones that got through but after scouring a bunch I gave up. I had a Shack Party to attend. The one above was decent- should have been a P and not an M. Shocked Jackson Smith even recalls any of those memories.



Entering the Jackie Robinson rotunda is cool but it doesn't feel like a baseball stadium, more like a museum, or Capital building. Aside from the huge blue 42 (24 backwards works for me) and some images of Jackie and the Dodgers, there's nothing to give the feeling of a baseball stadium, and especially a baseball stadium where the Mets play. Fucking Yankee fans ruining photos. I apologize on their behalf. Such dirtbags. Learn some manners.

Unlike Yankee stadium, there have been food write-ups, reviews, and mentions of Citi Field food for months. I knew exactly what I wanted and basically where I had to be. The good shit is in the outfield, primarily center field, where it feels more like a Boardy Barn party than a baseball game. The lobster roll and shack burger were tops on the list. After that, whatever caught my goat. I was unable to find funding for this recon mission so I needed to be a bit more selective. I still got it in.




After passing various stands including Nathan's, Brooklyn Burger, World's Fare which housed Daruma of Tokyo and Mama's of Corona, I had a moment upon spotting Catch of the Day. I would finally have a lobster roll at a baseball game. My life was about to change. Fuck a $5 hot dog. HowFresh all grows up. $17 lobster rolls. Ask somebody. I get so open over seafood, too open probably. I was so focused on this one. Ordered the lobster roll ($17), a cup of Long Island clam and corn chowder ($4.75) and a 16 oz. blue point lager draft ($7.50). David Pasternack of Esca was behind the menu and on first observation it looked like he put together a nice little selection.




Definitely not the catch of the day though not quite an error, more like a routine pop up that got lost in the sun. The potential was there but not executed properly. The lobster roll was packed with meat, a positive, but lemon juice overpowered it. Reminded me of disinfectant. Not a good look, especially for 17 beans. The lobster was cooked well, but I couldn't really taste its natural sweetness. Served on a toasted and buttered split top bun, the lobster was joined by some celery. Basically I tasted lemon and celery. Scurvy is so last century. No need to keep fighting it.




Heard the clam chowder was on point so it joined the party. More watered down than what I'm used to but was enjoyable with ample enough amounts of fresh clams and celery and onions. The better of the 2 dishes at CotD. For $4.75 a definite value. The Blue Point Lager out of LI was the beverage of choice. Word is the flounder sandwich is the winner.



Again, more Yankees rudeness. They saw me taking pics and kept trying to get in them. The above one snuck in. Assholes. But yes, the Yanks are so amazing, even if they're having some early season issues.




As we made our way toward center field aka the main event, another beverage was in order. Similar to Yankee Stadium's Beer vendors, Big Apple Brews has a very broad variety of both domestics and foreigns. $7.50 per bottle, though you can get 16 oz. drafts for the same price. Do the math dummy. The stand is dead center in the CF pavilion surrounded by all types of grub. A nice pit stop for a brew before you embark on the Shake Shack journey. Had the Staropramen Pilsner because I was told the more syllables, the higher the alcohol content. No complaints.




Finally. The only reason I even came out to the Shea-K Shack. Maybe not the only but close to. Of course there was a line, but what would the Shack be without one. I would have been worried- like they ran out of patties or something. The Shack Burger is priced at $5.75, a dollar more than both NYC locations. I can fucks with that- especially when a dog can run you $5 to $6. Had some very enjoyable conversations with Mets fans- all tried dissing Yankees Stadium as some King Midas creation but they were uneducated and talking wreckless. Had to school them. As well as advise them that the Shack Burger is the TRUTH. See that, a Yankees fan dropping science in CF. Beltran, your days are numbered. In all honesty, Danny Meyer runs CF out there (He is responsible for Shake Shack, Blue Smoke, El Verano Taqueria, and Box Frites). Dude is 5 tools, 1st round draft pick with keeper value. WOW.



I read somewhere that the burger was a bit off at Citi. Couldn't be farther from the truth. Perfection in a bun. True story. Medium cooked flavor filled patty with American cheese, lettuce, tomato and shake sauce on a potato roll bun. Read more about them HERE and HERE. The wait wasn't that bad. Shorter than what you experience in the city. Screens are all around to watch the game. You cannot see the field from CF, a mistake in my opinion, since that's the most appealing place to be. Missing a Luis Castillo pop up isn't really a big deal anwyay. Washed the burger down with a Shackmeister Ale, a Brooklyn Brewery American Pale Ale- 16 oz. for $7.50. Smooth beer with a slight citrus taste that compliments a salty cheeseburger. I meant to get a black and white shake but lost track while I was ordering.





Blue Smoke, to the right of SS, offers 3 dishes- a pulled pork sandwich, Kansas City Spare Ribs and Chipotle Chicken Wings. My boy had the pulled pork sandwich. Served on a sesame seed brioche bun with a generous amount of swine. Nice tangy flavor but a bit dry. A little more sauce (pause) would have done the job. I saw some chick going to work on the ribs, and while this is just an observation- they looked meaty and moist (pause again). Worth a shot next time.

I was probably kind of wrecked by now thus the reason I completely passed on the tacos at El Verano Taqueria and the fries at Box Frites. Cold beer goes down real easy in plastic cups at baseball games. For real for real. These stands are located directly across from Shake Shack. This is unacceptable. My apologies for the lack of due diligence. Especially since I wasted money and stomach space on some of the worst nachos in the universe.




In completing a counter clockwise tour of the field level concession area we ran into Nachos Grande. The only reason I even considered them was based on the success I had with the Moe's Billy Barou Nachos at Yankee Stadium. I was going to have a HowFresh "throwdown". And I was pretty confident that "The Yankees Win!!! The Yankees Win!!!!" Win they did. Not even a competition. This shit was offensive. Notice I said shit. I prefer not referring to food as shit, but this was an exception. The steak nachos ($9) consisted of shredded beef that had an odd smell and a taste to match. You know that old steak smell. Yup. The jalapenos were way too crunchy and not that spicy. The chips were bland- not salty enough. No wonder they weighed close to a pound. Slop is cheap. 3 attempts was all I could do and then they hit the basura. You hear that Omar. Your nachos are basura.






Above and below are some images of menus from spots I didn't hit. Daruma of Tokyo (sushi) and Mama's of Corona (Italian fare- sandwiches and so on) are located in the World Fare Market in the RF corner.


Nona Delia's Pizza is the last vendor before reaching the CF oasis. Pizza looked decent- like real NYC pizza and not Pizza Hut puffy little pies.




Nathan's and Brooklyn Burger were located on the field level 1st base side. There might be more through the stadium.

That was it for the grub. After those nachos it was a wrap. Plus I was heading up to the grandstand and knew I wasn't going to make it down to CF again. I had a game to watch. Time to see my boy Cantu get busy. The stadium confuses me. Green seats with the black outfield wall with orange trim. I know the green seats are paying homage to the Polo Grounds, but where is the royal blue? No matter how much I dislike the Mets, at least rep your shit. There is absolutely no identity at this stadium. Granted, who wants any memories of Shea, but at least have the colors, logo, Mr. Met, and so on. After all the place is a baseball stadium where the Mets play. Not just a huge out door amusement park that sells the better ball park food in NYC. Sorry Yanks. But like our first president, HowFresh cannot tell a lie.

A non-food post to follow shortly.

Friday, April 24, 2009

Yankee Stadium Part II- After All that Food I Had to Walk it Out, Walk It Out...



Yankees walk it out, HowFresh walk it out, Lonn Trost walk it out, B-X walk it out, Big Papi whine and pout...

An added bonus to the HowFresh Eats Food Derby was getting to see the entire stadium. One must travel far and wide to attain certain delicacies. This provided me with an opportunity to view the game through a variety of vantage points and gain a deep knowledge of what the stadium has to offer- a true resume builder. WARNING: There is no food in this post.



After all that MSG and sodium I had no choice but to walk it out. Not Kurt Warner status however. I can't begin to tell you how uncomfortable that footage makes me.

As mentioned in HowFresh Eats Yankee Stadium, you are free to roam all over. And it appears that as long as your not blocking the walkway or entrance to the section, and not being an inconsiderate jerk, you can loiter as long as you please. It was bugged- every time a Burn's Security member came near we got shook- as if we were doing something wrong. So if you're high up below the overhang on the 1st base side and want to catch some rays- you know how I do- just mosey on over to the 3rd base side in the 300s section and hang out behind the handicapped section. You won't be able to tan it up on the main/box level since the concourse is completely covered. The bleacher concourse area provides some prime time SPF 15 though. Shit, I need that 30 or 45, but sometimes you need a good burn to set the table. Cops were hanging out and not saying a word to anybody standing behind the seats. What a plush job.



Having sat in section 209 and 314, I can say that leg room is far better here than the old stadium. I don't recall bumping my knees off the chair directly in front and definitely didn't kick anybody. Last year- Tier MVP box 615 in section 7- I stayed kneeing this woman in the back of the head all season. I stopped apologizing after a while because there was really nothing you could do to avoid it. Maybe she should have kept her head in check. A true bobblehead.



The bathrooms in the 300s were smaller and more crowded than the field level. Makes sense since nobody's sitting down there. But the bathrooms were huge down there- maze status. 2 separate areas with urinals- reminded me of a large airport. And there are dividers down low, unlike in the 200s and 300s. You pay extra money so that nobody will look at your dork. Money has its privileges. Unless you're into that shit.



The smokers are still getting their puffs in. I didn't see anybody catching tokes on the ramps- I see you Pops- but apparently the restroom is where the non-athletic badboys congregate. Damn Lonn, I thought you would have put banning this high up on the totem pole. I notice all the efforts to keep it green- well what about my lungs? I know green is a secondary color while yellow is primary- and I can see how you might think getting yellow lungs is somehow associated with being green, but you are incorrect. Honestly, I didn't smell any smoke at either game. The stadium must have a great ventilation system.



One would think that since Bank of America is a premier sponsor at the stadium, ATM machines would be aplenty. WRONG. I believe I saw 4 or 5 and based on the 2009 Fan Guide there are 7 in the stadium. With a full house that comes out to about 1 ATM per 7500 fans, and that's laaaaaame. We all know those numbers are a bit inflated since the Yanks don't sell out anymore, but still. How difficult is it to have 4 per level? Yankee fans can be dirtbags, but not brazen enough to crack an ATM open during the game. Personally, I charge it to the game- every concession I went to accepted Credit Cards- but for those with terrible credit history it can be a problem as exhibited by my boy in the 200s section. With only 1 ATM in the entire section- around homeplate heading towards 3rd base- it took him close to half an hour to get loot and then attempt to get some food. Knowing where it is now, piece of cake, but if you're not armed with the knowledge you're fucked. Ironically, the Upper Decks (300s) have 3 ATMs. They love making the working man bleed and spend that hard earned cash. They figure you got over on us with that cheap ticket so you better spend that shit. If you're unable to get cash in advance and don't have credit cards, you can re-up in the following sections: 128, 222,313,320C, 330, 239 and near the Guest Services Booth near Gate 6 (entrance closest to 161st and River). I cannot promise that they will be operable.



Walking from field level to the grandstand was much longer and way more arduous than expected. Shit just kept going. Like I was on the Beartooth Highway with all the switchbacks. And the air got thinner. All I kept thinking of was whether my parents would be able to make the trek to the heavens. Wet behind the ears, I didn't realize there were elevators available to all ticketholders. There are 8 elevators behind sections 214-216 and 314 to 316, all letting out in the Great Hall between Gates 4 and 6. The elevators have an attendant so if you have that claustrophobia issue be comforted in knowing that an expert is manning the vessel. The elevators say a capacity of 40 or so but one of the attendants said he keeps it around 25 so not to make the ride uncomfortable. Reminds me of the 168th and 181st Street 1 train elevators.



Screens and speakers are in abundance. They caught a truck and sucked it dry. Throughout the entire Main level there are flat screens and speakers suspended everywhere. It's great to see close/confrontational calls which aren't shown on the 103 foot monster screen (that thing is a beast- amazingly clear). After a close call during the 4/17 game I heard boos and had no clue where they were coming from. Then I looked up and saw the replay and realized they were reacting to that. On the other levels screens are positioned all along the walls and by the concessions. You will not miss anything. I don't recall seeing any screens in the bathrooms. Unlike the old stadium with the garbled sound, everything is clear. Low though- I found myself not being able to hear certain things, especially the at-bat tracks for several players. None of that heavy bass anymore courtesy of the Giambino.

Below are views from all over the stadium. They are all from public areas where your ticket doesn't matter. Find the view you like so next time you're in the stadium you can mark it off early. We're about to get territorial in this bitch. Some photos used zoom so you might not be as close as it shows. As always, click on image for a more detailed view.

1st Base Field Level.


Left Field View Behind Foul Pole.


Right Field Behind Bleachers. (a lot of space out there- Boardy Barn status)


3rd Base Field Level - Yes during YMCA. The grounds crew should do a little Lean Back during the 5th. Fat Joe is from the BX and that beat would get the crowd HYPED.


1st Base UD Field View.


View of stands from section 209. Who can spot the empties and calculate the value of those seats?


View of Great Hall looking West. Legends are in black and white from this angle. When looking East players are more current and in color.


Piece of Shit.


Left Field UD view of diamond. (great area for sun)


Behind Home plate Field Level.


Center Field Concessions view towards home- first time you have a chance to see Mo hit the mound.


View of Right Field bleachers from Center Field Concession area.


Exit on 162nd and River- the exits are large and this exit is great. No crowds and a close walk to your parked car in the upper 160s or to the subway by McDonalds. No more of that overcrowded subway exit on the corner.


Tables and chairs on Main Level behind Homeplate and by Press/Media area.


Captain Clutch- the HR that led to the first win at the new stadium.


Jerks. Anybody wearing an A-Rod jersey and anybody that puts a name on a Yankee jersey. Show, don't tell.


3rd Base Field Levels- Looked empty but was told that the Invisibles were there and having a better time than me.


Pause.


View of Subway from LF Upper Deck. (I'm a mini train buff)


161st Subway Station.