Moving Day
The Yankees are moving their stuff today:
Friday is moving day in the Bronx and, no, the crates don’t have pinstripes.
Eighty-six years after moving in, the New York Yankees are moving out.
The team’s front office will move across the street Friday to the new $1.5 billion Yankee Stadium, which is nearing completion and scheduled to open in April.
Belongings will be moved in orange plastic crates — reusable, so as to be environmentally friendly, team spokesman Jason Latimer said Thursday.
I was part of an office move last summer. About a week before the move, they bring these big garbage bins and place them in the hallways to encourage you to really clean out your desk and file cabinets so as to make the move easier and to give you a fresh start in the new space. I got rid of all kinds of old and obsolete junk I wasn’t using anymore, and I have to say, it was a truly liberating experience.
So I guess what I’m saying is that if you’re into dumpster diving you could do worse than hang around Yankee Stadium this weekend. You could get some interesting old files. Or some Yankee knickknacks. Or a Hideki Matsui or a Johnny Damon.
I mean, they’re just going to be shredded or dumped anyway, so why shouldn’t you have them?
I bet someone finds Enrique Wilson in the back of a drawer. And he’s in perfectly good usable condition (well, for him anyway).
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Dumpster diving at Yankee Stadium. Wish I coulda taken the day off.
I’m only surprised the City didn’t claim them as their property and include the trash as part of their “auction” process as they will auction off everything possible related to the “old” stadium.
Just how deep in the office catacombs will Danny Tartabull be discovered?
Or Chuck Knoblauch’s and Steve Sax’s throwing arms?
Couldn’t they have just let you go before the move and saved you some work?
Bob: I asked them the same question. Never really got a satisfactory answer.
I only asked because I hate moving stuff more than I would hate losing my job.
Inertia is my master.
Hmm. Check in the shredder for Tom Gordon’s old elbow ligaments.