Take us out to the ball game! Two ball games, in fact! We've got Yankees fever. Having had, until now, no interest in any sport whatsoever (except figure skating, of course), why our sudden delirium? Is it because baseball is a deeply psychological contest of subtlety and finesse, dear to the hearts of intellectuals like Don DeLillo? Or because baseball is America's national pastime, boasting a proud and storied history? No, the answer is much simpler. Tuning in to a televised game by chance one night, we were bowled over by a display of male booty greater than any we had hitherto experienced (even in figure skating), a veritable smorgasbord of shapely rumps encased in form-fitting pants. As the camera closed in on players diving, pivoting, or just standing at the ready, we realized at last why the Yanks are known as the... More >>>
By photo: Tara Engberg
He got beer: Cousin brewski serves up the suds at Yankee Stadium.