Hello from high above the Oakland Coliseum, where the Yankees open a three-game series tonight with the Athletics, underneath the retired numbers of Reggie Jackson, Rickey Henderson, Dennis Eckersley, Rollie Fingers and Catfish Hunter.
For us visiting writers, this is one of the only press boxes in the league where you actually can’t see home plate – it’s obstructed by the windows in the first row. But if the Raiders were on the field, I’d probably have a bird’s eye view.
(Update – Not joking. Want proof? Here it is.)
My flight got in around 11 a.m. local time, so there wasn’t much time to do or see anything other than the rental car counter and the hotel room before trekking out across the Bay Bridge. But I’m happy to report that my Hyundai came equipped with XM Satellite Radio. Score.
I hear it’s sweltering back in New York. I can’t attest to that, but I can say that it’s an absolutely perfect afternoon in the Bay Area – temperatures around the high 60s, a cool breeze now and then, and not a cloud in the sky over Oakland (or San Francisco, for that matter). Wish you were here.