In response to my recent post about the fascist regime at the new Yankee Stadium,  I received the following e-mail from guest blogger and friend Chris Yamaoka.  It’s a real gem, so I thought I’d post it for you:

I have a question for you.  At the new, super fancy, super posh Yankee Stadium, when you get up to get some garlic fries and you get back to your section while there’s a batter in the box, do they let you sit down?  I went to SBC Park last night and was reminded of one of my least favorite things about it.  You’re trying to get back to your seat, or at least to the back of the section so you can see Rich Aurilia ground out to second, and this woman starts barking at you, “sir, SIR, could you please wait here…SIR?”  You have to wait in the freaking tunnel until the end of the at bat.  Only then may you inconvenience the locals by asking them if they can momentarily close their laptops so that you might sneak by.  It’s like they don’t get that this system has regulated itself for a century, and that everything will work itself out naturally even without SWAT team-Ushers holding back the maddened crowd.  The next step will be when I try to buy some peanuts and I hand a five to the guy sitting next to me, and they make him execute a money transfer receipt to evidence the transaction.  I’m sure they have a notary public on the staff.

Chris later sent me a follow-up e-mail acknowledging that he had gotten the name of the stadium wrong.  He doesn’t much care, though. And neither do I.  When a team changes change corporate sponsorship every other year, people can hardly be expected to remember the name of its stadium.