Fans? At a baseball game?


Demonstrating the sensitivity and concern for fans that has come to characterize the Yankees' brain trust, the club's chief operating officer Lonn Trost said this week that the team's new policy of not letting most fans near the field during batting practice will remain in place.

Actually, what he said was closer to FU, unwashed fans. (Most of whom traditionally are kids, btw.)

“If you purchase a suite, do you want somebody in your suite?” Trost said in remarks reported by The Associated Press. “If you purchase a home, do you want somebody in your home?”

Which isn't that bad a metaphor, considering what they're charging for the seats.

Can we be clear - the Yankees want all our money, but the only fans they want up close to the game are the Madoff crowd who have a few billions to spill out of their pockets.

I'm starting to think my presence at the games is an insult to the top brass . . . and I'm kinda liking that.

Speaking of the Yankees, I found the sushi place last week, as well as the old Italian deli, Mike's. (Duh, they were right near the Legends Hall entrance. Shows the novelist's attention to detail the first time through . . .) The deli has now been repackaged as a pseudo-mall outlet, with expanded offerings. The bread was fresher, but not as crusty as the old place. The jury's still out.

I'm still wondering why they check the cars in the "preferred lot" for bombs, while the rest of us scofflaws are waved through as quickly as possible.

But the biggest question remains: Where is the best place to meet? Most people seem to be adopting the patio-like sidewalk in front of Legends Hall, but there are no good landmarks there. "Meet me by the bench" doesn't have quite the same ring as "we'll hook up by the bat."

Myself, I'll be under Lonn's window.