Yankee Stadium Is A Magical Place....

I have to admit, I never got it.  I never understood what people meant when they said that Yankee Stadium was a magical place-until last night.

Now I know.  I saw it for myself. 

In the 9th inning, the score was 2-0.  The fans sitting behind the plate were packed in like a Tokyo rush hour train.  And then a microsecond later, the score was 3-0, the camera panned behind the plate, and all you saw were empty seats. 

It was like magic.  How can so many people disappear in such a short time?  I thought the amazing Kreskin was going to come out and saw a woman in half. 

Simply magical.

And then they showed all of the fans filing out so goddamn fast, Homeland Security should use the tape to show Americans how to evacuate a crowded place as quick as possible.

Here is the difference between Yankee fans and every other fan:

When Cliff Lee is pitching against your team, your mindset is: we have to figure out a way to beat this guy.

For Yankee fans, their mindset is: we have to figure out a way to get this guy. Right now.  During the game.  Have Cashman bring him a wheelbarrow full of money while he is warming up.

More thoughts:

The Yankee lineup is like the stimulus: Both cost an insane amount of money with no results.

I love that movie they made about CC Sabathia's life-The Blind Side.  Very Inspirational.

What happend to the Joba rules?  Remember when they told us how great he was?  How they had to limit his pitches, because his arm was such a precious commodity?  The guy had more restrictions/regulations on his use than trying to build a skyscraper in the rain forest.

But the Joba rules have been replaced by new rules. 

And although the rules are new, they still work the same way: to limit the number of pitches he throws in a major league game.

George is burning in hell and the devil is poking him with an interlocking NY- shaped pitchfolk.