May 31, 2010 — I’ve been at Yankee Stadium (old and new)
for nearly 1,000 games in the eight years I’ve been a member of the Yankees
front office. Before that, I worked for the Wilkes-Barre/Scranton Penguins (AHL
affiliate of the Pittsburgh Penguins), the Philadelphia Phillies (as a ticket
sales intern) and the Miami Dolphins.
So, I think it’s safe to say that I’ve spent a bunch of days
at the ballpark — or arena – during my 20’s and early 30’s.
There have been memorable games, and days that I would
rather forget. Today was as memorable as any for me, because it was my son’s
first baseball game. Alfred Santasiere IV is two-and-half-years old, and he
watched about two-and-a-half innings of the Memorial Day game before the
thought of playing in my air-conditioned office became too enticing to pass up.
I won’t ever forget the experience of sitting in the outside
seats of a Yankee Stadium suite with my wife Tiana and Alfred — watching a
ballgame. Alfred cheered for the Yankees when other fans applauded. And he
repeated his favorite phrase – “Let’s Go Yankees,” as each batter stepped to
For me, the most exciting moment of the day took place when
Alfred saw the lush green field for the first time. When he walked out of the
suite doors, he pulled his mom toward the front row of seats and said with a
big smile, “Yankee Stadium.”
My father took me to my first game at Yankee Stadium when I
was 7-years-old. I vaguely remember the game and seeing the massive, bright
green grass for the first time. But through my father’s stories of that night,
it’s a joy to re-live.
Alfred won’t remember this day, because it took place far too
early in his life. But his parents certainly will, and I’m sure he will hear
about it as many times as I heard about my first game.
–Alfred Santasiere III