04.19.09

How Did “Yankee Stadium” Become Such A Lousy Writer Over The Winter?

Posted in Baseball, non-sporting journalism, Ugly New Stadiums at 8:32 pm by

Salutations to Smackcaster for remembering that Billy Crystal’s first-person (first-building?) guest NY TImes editorial in-the-voice of Yankee Stadium was far inferior to a similar concept executed last Autumn by Sports Illustrated’s Tom Verducci. That Crystal (above) might not have seen Verducci’s earlier effort is somewhat believable — after all, who reads Sports Illustrated anymore? That Crystal’s editors at the Times couldn’t be bothered to research something as simple as “has anyone tried this yet?” is kind of staggering. Had they known, it’s doubtful they’d want to expose a guest contributor to so much ridicule.

I don’t like to blow smoke, but my death is unlike any loss seen before in America. I am tangible Americana, like Independence Hall, the Alamo or Graceland. I have been about more than baseball. The first papal mass ever celebrated in the Western Hemisphere? That was me. The first overtime game in NFL history? Me. The birthplace of the “DEE-fense! DEE-fense!” chant? Of the Bronx cheer? Of the triple-decker ballpark in this country? The electronic scoreboard, the replay video board, the “Win one for the Gipper” aphorism, what it means to get Wally Pipped, the standing applause on two-strike counts, the running leap onto home plate to punctuate a walk-off homer? Me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me and me.

It’s not only the Babe and the Mick and Derek Jeter who played inside my walls. It’s Joe Louis and Muhammad Ali, John Philip Sousa and Pink Floyd, Knute Rockne and Vince Lombardi, Billy Graham and Nelson Mandela, John F. Kennedy and George W. Bush. – Tom Verducci, Sports Illustrated, September 18, 2008

People used to pay to walk through me, just to see what it felt like. They wanted to see where the Babe played, where Lou cried, where Thurman dressed, where we won, where we lost, the black. They stood in the middle of me, just like the Coliseum in Rome, and silently imagined what it was like.

I had a good life, not just in baseball. How about my Giants and the greatest football game ever played? Joe Louis beat up Schmeling here; we packed it for the popes, and it wasn™t even bobblehead day. Nelson Mandela became a Yankee here. When the Towers fell, the city came to me to mourn.

So what did I do to deserve this? It™s no fun getting old. You start losing your friends. No Eddie at the organ, no Phil, no Mel, the Red Head, no Bobby. I hear Shea is gone. Too bad. I mean, it™s not a real loss, but too bad. Long history, short memory. Aw, maybe it™s time. New, bigger, better. That™s what people want, they say. Sometimes, that ain™t the answer.Billy Crystal, New York Times, April 19, 2009

Indeed, the demoliton of Shea Stadium was no great loss, but neither would be never hearing again from a Steinbrenner-suckup whose artistic achievements plateaued when playing the part of Jodie Dallas 32 years ago.

2 responses to “How Did “Yankee Stadium” Become Such A Lousy Writer Over The Winter?”

  1. Jesper says:

    Wow! Quite possibly the worst column I have ever read; And I do know what I’m talking about as I read Maureen Dowd and Phil Mushnick regularly (don’t ask me why!)

  2. PB says:

    For fuck’s sake, does no one remember that Shea Stadium hosted the first professional sports game in New York after 9/11? Piazza hit a two run homer in the 8th to give the Mets a win in hugely dramatic moment.

    With all their history, do the Yankees/Yankees fans really need to also annex one of the most memorable moments in Mets (and New York sports) history?

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