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- Chien-Ming Wang is getting closer to making a return:
Chien-Ming Wang will start Tuesday for Triple-A Scranton against Charlotte. He is cleared for 100 pitches.
If he pitches well, Wang could earn his return to the majors. Joe Girardi indicated that he is close.
- Xavier Nady is also making progress (albeit slowly) towards a return:
Guarding a partially torn ligament in his right elbow, Nady has been limited to light exercises in his activity as he attempts to avoid season-ending Tommy John surgery. He is looking forward to being cleared to resume hitting off a tee and soft toss when the Yankees return home. . . .
Nady said that he believes he could begin a rehabilitation assignment as soon as May 25 and hopes to rejoin the Yankees as at least a designated hitter in early June. The fact that the Yankees have thus far declined to put Nady on the 60-day disabled list speaks to their optimism.
“There’s progress here,” Yankees manager Joe Girardi said. “You have to wait and see how he feels once the right arm gets involved. The time has passed where we feel that he’s safe to do it, and that’s a good thing.”
- Bill Madden writes an open letter to Boss George regarding the new Stadium:
Sadly, Boss, your ballpark is a monument to the rich and is the epitome of wretched excess. Take the scoreboard, or rather should we call it the “ad-board” engulfed by the $14.3 million jumbotron? Never has there been a bigger waste of space than the 59-x-101 foot TV screen that’ll show A-Rod’s new nipples in High Def but barely a glimpse of something as relevant as the batter’s count: God forbid, should you try to find that piece of information anywhere (hint: it’s at the very bottom of the tiny auxiliary scoreboards underneath the huge ad billboards in right and left field).
And once again, there is no out-of-town scoreboard in your new palace, Boss. Just those mostly-useless flashboards with confusing team logos instead of team names that stay up for a couple of seconds, then move on to another set of scores, all the while giving you the baserunner diagram that also disappears in a flash. In between innings, there are no scores anywhere – just more ads. But then, only the fans care about what the count is, Boss, or what the Red Sox or Mets are doing. The rich folks in the suites, Trost’s revenue generators, are too busy socializing over their martinis and $54 steaks to bother about such trivial pursuits.
And speaking of food, Boss. It’s strictly pedestrian short-order stuff for the common fan in the upper deck. No restaurants for them. Not a place anywhere upstairs where the common fan can take the family for a moderately priced sit-down meal before the game. Trost will tell you this is what the Mohegan Sun restaurant in center field is for, but that would be the restaurant that costs $100 a seat – or $400 for a family of four before you order any food (it also juts out and obstructs the view of the Bleacher Creatures). Just another brilliant stroke on Trost’s part.
At least the fans in the upper deck can see Monument Park, supposedly the most beautiful visual feature of the new Stadium. Sadly, however, nobody else can.
In Trost’s wisdom, Monument Park was moved to center field without any consideration given to the fact that it would now be an impediment to the batters’ eyes. As a result, a blue wall had to be constructed in front of it that obscures the monuments from the view of three-quarters of the ballpark, making it look like a giant dumping ground. People now call it “Monument Cave.”




