Of all the things I never thought I would do on the blog...a link to
Cindy Adams!
Cindy got a sneak peek tour of the House that A-Rod Built and was quite lengthy in today's column about what she saw (excerpts below and the full piece
here).
Their can is blue granite. Four urinals, five commodes, enough shower space for 16 naked Yankees with their bats and balls.
Alongside's a hydrotherapy blue- and white-tiled area with whirlpools and a Swimex thing wherein the current moves but you don't and it's as if you've swum 15 laps. Plus a trainers room for massages, rubdowns, X-rays, specialists, first aid and God knows. Plus a doctor's office. Signs signifying each room are in Yankee pinstripes. Plus, to duck the dreaded press, a hidden super-private dressing room with giant wall mirror and 12 luxury closets. Plus a wall-to-wall mirrored gym (no equipment in it yet) so elegant it looks like a dance studio. Thoughts of Hideki Matsui at a ballet barre ran through my head.
The players' 30,000 square feet just for themselves includes a dining suite. Two rooms. One with the handmade Yankee logo rug has couches for lounging, sipping, noshing and TVing. The other, with chafing dishes plus wherewithal to prep individual menus, is a catering hall. I mean, talk of catering!
Manager Girardi doesn't rough it, either. Not exactly Mr. Steinbrenner's 6,000-square-foot office, but how's a security desk in front, junior closet for Joe's young son, who wants someday to be a ballplayer, and an anteroom in blue leather where, presumably, younger players may prostrate themselves?
And the dugout? Please. I mean, please. Heated. Air-conditioned.
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Main Gate 4 features the 1923 stadium's great eagles logo. Inside, a larger than life print of Lou Gehrig making his historic 1939 "luckiest man on the face of the Earth" speech. Through the lobby, you're right smack facing home plate. Foam-wrapped seats with extra legroom make even rejects from "The Biggest Loser" comfy. Each bears the plate: "Be alert for bats and balls" and has a Pepsi cup holder.
The Legend seats, with real teak armrests, have everything but Yogi Berrapersonally on your lap. Order from a menu, and there's your private dining room with burled wood doors, ultra-suede walls, blue and white Italian marble bars, matching rugs. Special lower-level exits open onto your seats. Also a grab-'n'-go dugout bar where, with pix of DiMaggio and his teammates, you feel you're actually in a bygone era dugout. And circling the upper tiers? A red- and green-striped electric zipper flashes happy-looking dancing Premio sausages.
That's not even close to
the entire piece . Check it out here.
www.metspolice.com
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