When Alvaro Espinoza was the Yankees' shortstop, sometime during The Second Interregnum (a/k/a The Mattingly Years, between Jackson and Jeter), I'd go to 25 or 30 games a year at the Stadium. The place was rarely more than half full on weeknights; loud music and noisy scoreboard games weren't blaring at every break in the action. Steinbrenner was in jail or suspended or something, which gave the Yankees a purity they haven't had since. It wasn't just sport, where winning matters, but art, where what matters is one person doing a thing, at one moment in time, in a way that no one else could.
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