Wednesday was a perfect day for baseball in Tampa, with temperatures in the low eighties, about as warm as it will be in Yankee Stadium until the All-Star break. A nice breeze kept the celebrants comfortable and kept the championship flags above George M. Steinbrenner Field snapping.
The game itself was unremarkable. The Phillies beat the Yankees 3-1 in regulation, putting the thing through in slightly more than two and a half hours. The game featured a couple of authentic 11 o’clock highlight plays and only one error. No one went long. Taken all around, not bad for a spring opener. The congregation of 9,673, including me, was just glad that baseball is back, even though the events of this game are largely already forgotten.
Those in attendance trended heavily toward fuggedaboudits in Yankee gear, eager to see the new iteration of the Evil Empire’s team (not so evil of late, after two straight seasons for not even making the playoffs). They were also there to boo A-Rhoid. Alex, Wednesday’s DH, was playing in his first game after his most recent suspension, this one a year and change.