Makeshift sun protection is a necessity for day games in the bleachers.

On a Friday night in June, 1995 a 14 year old girl went to Yankee Stadium with her mother’s best friend to take in a game. The crowd was sparse, the weather sucked, they were playing the Angels (which was as much of an automatic loss then as it is now) and some pitcher with too many ts in his name was pitching.

They left early because seriously fuck Chick Finley, but it was clear there was something lovable about this young pitcher and he was soon loved by every not dumb Yankees fan. He left for parts unknown after the 2003 season but returned to much cheer from women and their angry boyfriends/husbands who played along before the 2007 season.

2008 Update: Making sour faces in the stands.

2009 Offseason Update: These moves make sense, which means that something terrible will happen oh nooooo.

Sometimes it is very cold up in the last row of the Grandstand

2009 Update: I miss Tier 3 and all my Tier 3 buddies. It’s not the same without you someone please save me before I kill the next person trying to do the wave.

2009 End of Season Update: WORLD CHAMPIONS. Yay, Andy!!!

2010: Way too many AJ Burnett starts across my ticket plans. Driven to insanity.