Lots of yakkin' on the NY airwaves about Cliff Lee's impending free agency and coming to the Yankees;
Chuck Greenberg's comments; and the nice people who inhabit the stadium that George conned the city of NY out of.
So I have a story to tell.
A couple years back, my bro-in-law got some tix to the real Yankee Stadium, aka the House That Ruth Built. Good opportunity to take my sons to a baseball mecca. Great.
Drive in (not my van since I have a big Mets logo on the back) - get to the stadium. Indians in town and one Mr. Cliff Lee on the mound. Threw a 3 hitter and won the game 3-0. He was dealin' that night. So that's the Cliff Lee part. While seated in our section, at least two fights break out about 10-15 rows away, since some of the Yankee fans decided that a couple of guys wearing Cleveland jerseys shouldn't be allowed to watch the game.
And the piece of pie that really rocks is this: while waiting for my (then 7 year old) son at the men's room, a loaded fella (20-something) walks up to me (his pal walking into the john) and sees I'm wearing a brick red Majestic pullover. Plain jane model, no team affiliation. So he says "that better not be a Red Sox shirt turned inside out!". To which I respond "so what if it was. What are you and your 'girlfriend' gonna do about it?" He looks at my quizzically. I then say "let me take my kid to his seat and I'll give you guys a good ass-kicking."
He declined my offer.
See. Bad fans. All it takes is a little push back though.
But I'm scary.