"Meet Me At The Bat" (Book Excerpt 2)
by SSTN Admin
We are privileged to be able to bring a few excerpts from the book Meet Me At The Bat by George Falkowski.
Background - As a young man, George Falkowski spent most of his time obsessing over the Yankees, watching and attending Yankees games and trying to find ways to attend more Yankees games. Thanks to the discovery of an envelope stuffed with his old ticket stubs, he recalls those games and more importantly, the friends and family who joined him at Yankee Stadium in the mid-1970's through the mid-1980's.
CHAPTER 13: "Hey, Jim! Whattaya Got For Me?"
“Let me tell you how to get great seats.” I was all ears.
The Stadium plaza used to feature actual ticket booths near the entrance to Gate Four, behind home plate. Each red kiosk had a window on each side and one ticket seller per window, two per booth. This is where fans could “walk up” and buy their seats to that day’s game. Hence the term, “walk-up crowd”.
Dave was very specific in his instructions.
“The second booth, first window. The guy’s name is Jim. He’s an older guy, tall and slim, gray hair. And he wears a light blue fishing hat.”
“Go to his window and say the following: ‘Hey, Jim, whattaya got for me?’”
“He’s got tickets for his regulars. That’s the key phrase. If you say that, you’ll get the best seats he has.”
Dave added, “Just be sure to tip him five bucks.”
At 12:30, a line of older men emerged from the Yankees press entrance on the third base side. Each carried a small metal box containing tickets and spare change. The third man out was tall and slim. Gray hair. He wore a short sleeved, button-down shirt and carried his box. He wore a light blue fishing hat.
I shot my comrades a look and wandered up to the booth, cash in my front pocket. I was third in line. I was also 18 and full of myself thinking that I had rare insider information, a secret knowledge that so many fans dreamed of possessing but never did.
There was also the chance that this entire episode would flop and I’d come back with four upper deck grandstand seats in right field. There’s no doubt in my mind that my three companions were waiting to see me humiliated. I’d never hear the end of it.