Open Bar did a fine job of walking us through the dreadful publicity stunt cooked up by the Yankees and the Billy Crystal people, so I will not re-hash that here. The only thing I want to add, though, is that this over-the-hill douchebag who makes a federal case about being such a die-hard Yankee fan is actually an owner of the Arizona Diamondbacks.
What is that? Is he a passionate fan of the game or a dispassionate investor looking to make a few bucks? You are welcome to look at baseball as a business and make a financial investment, knock yourself out. But you can't be all high and mighty about your fan-dom on the one hand, but also own part of another team. "I remember my first trip to Yankee Stadium when I was seven, the grass, the sounds, the smells." Eat me. The smell was some fat guy who had just puked on your shoes, and the sound was a drunk guy cursing at Phil Rizzuto.
(Side note: That's another thing I hate: stop romanticizing shit just because it happened a long time ago. I remember my first trip to Shea: we sat in the fucking nosebleeds and snuck in cans of RC Cola because our parents were kind of cheap, and me and Open Bar got lost in the parking lot because he was an idiot who couldn't follow our dads who were directly in front of us until they weren't. But I digress (side note (x2): OB -- that would actually be a halfway-decent post; if each of us told that story based on our very different recollections of the events).
And please, don't write back to me and tell me that "it's ok, he loves the Yankees, and the Diamondbacks thing is just an investment," etc., etc. Bullshit. That's just crap. You are never going to see Open Bar or me investing in the Atlanta fucking Braves.
In sum, My Giant sucked and Billy Crystal should have been shot for City Slickers 2. Stick to the Oscars, grandpa.