It's a Hitter's BallparkLiveblogging Opening Day at the new Yankee Stadium.
Posted Thursday, April 16, 2009, at 6:59 AM ET
PRINT
DISCUSS
E-MAIL
RSS
RECOMMEND...
Facebook
MySpace
Mixx
Digg
Reddit
del.icio.us
Furl
Ma.gnolia
Sphere
StumbleUpon1:01 p.m.: Wow! The wait is over! The new Yankee Stadium! More than $1 billion, and worth every penny! Spectacular! Wow!
1:08 p.m.: Steeeee-rike! The first pitch! A new era has begun!
1:10 p.m.: Something wrong with the pitching rubber?
1:19 p.m.: You'd think they would keep an extra pitching rubber nearby.
1:35 p.m.: There it is! First home run in the new stadium! Derek Jeter! Upper deck!
1:41 p.m.: There it is! Second home run! And until this moment, nobody had ever hit a fair ball out of a Yankee Stadium! This is incredible! I can tell my grandchildren I was here!
1:42 p.m.: Two home runs hit out of Yankee Stadium! Who thought Cody Ransom had that kind of pow—
1:43 p.m.: THREE! Must be some wind current up there. That was a checked swing. Well, at least the Yankees have a 12-run lead. That should please the fans.
2:03 p.m.: Well, so much for the 12-run lead. Hopefully, the Yanks can come back in the bottom of the second.
2:05 p.m.: I forgot to describe the huge, high-def video scoreboard in centerfield. It's incredible! You can see every detail of the game on a wide-screen. It's riveting.
2:13 p.m.: On the scoreboard, a fan behind home plate is flashing his penis.
2:15 p.m.: There he goes again! Big crowd roar. Here comes security.
2:19 p.m.: Wow! That guy really squirmed from the jolt of the Taser. You could practically feel it on the wide-screen.
2:22 p.m.: I've heard about the luxury boxes. Let's see what they're like. There's a security checkpoint nearby.
2:35 p.m.: Just my luck—I've been chosen for a strip search. Shouldn't be much longer.
2:45 p.m.: Apparently, my background check turned up an unpaid parking ticket from 2002. As soon as the credit card clears, I can return to my seat.
2:56 p.m.: There it is! First fistfight in the upper bleachers! These are always fun to watch!
3:02 p.m.: Holy Cow! After a 150-foot drop, the guy must be paste! They're going to need a blotter.
3:05 p.m.: I hope that section can get counseling.
3:33 p.m.: Do I smell smoke?
3:35 p.m.: Well, the sprinklers work!
4:01 p.m.: Why is the scoreboard blinking?
5:31 p.m.: Good news! The radio says power should be restored in 15 minutes.
5:40 p.m.: Glad I'm not one of those poor people trapped down in the steakhouse.
5:44 p.m.: I wish those steakhouse people would stop screaming. They made their point. Yeah, it's dark and hard to breathe. Move on!
5:50 p.m.: Electricity restored! Play ball!
6:10 p.m.: You know, when your team scores 25 runs, you ought to win the game.
6:30 p.m.: Some commotion in the Great Hall. Let's see what's going on.
6:43 p.m.: Wow! The giant Joe DiMaggio picture has torn loose, and it's dangling right above us! UH-OH, it looks like it might—
Slate Editors Spent All Day Arguing About Cancer Screenings and Health Care Rationing
What a Meal of Beef Stomach and Duck Throats Taught Me About the New China
The Blind Side: Illegal Use of Sandra Bullock
Train, Plane, or Automobile? What's the Greenest Way to Travel for Thanksgiving?
The Two Craziest Men in Hollywood Teamed Up To Make This Movie
Did Easy Rider's Predictions About America Come True?
