So the new Stadium is open, and it's a whole new era for the Yankees. It's undeniably exciting to see this luxurious new home. Many of the improvements are undeniable in nature—better site-lines, circulation, amenities, details. To the designers' credit, it seems like it has the feel of the old place. In time it will stop feeling like the simulacra that it is, and just feel like the place. But I don't know if I will ever consider it our place, as I did with the old park, and I think that gets to the very heart of my disappointment with the new building. The Yankees, and baseball fandom in general, have always represented inclusion to me. You want to root for a winner? The Yankees. You live in New York? The Yankees. You didn't make your Little League team? Your high school team? You've got a bum knee and can't play on the company softball squad? Whatever. Maybe you just love baseball. Throw on a Yankee cap or a jersey and you're a part of the greatest team in the world, from the greatest city in the world. And then you show up at the old ballpark. It's huge. There's always a ticket for you, any price point. You're in a sea of other fans like yourself but maybe from the barrio or Jersey or the Upper East Side. You're all together, jammed in tight, and if the surroundings aren't exactly luxurious (or even, frankly, nice) it doesn't matter, because what does matter is being there and watching what happens on the field. But this new park is something different to me, though I think it pretends otherwise. It is about exclusion. The astronomical ticket prices? Exclusion. The impenetrable retaining walls separating the expensive seats from the really, really expensive seats? Exclusion. This is a place for members of a hierarchical club. And it posits baseball not so much as a season-long grind, but as an entertainment event—like a Broadway show—and is priced accordingly. It's the kind of place you go once a year. Not a couple of times a week. Also, the tacked-on "frieze" looks pretty weak. A thin sheet of punched metal? Come on. I knew the real Yankee Stadium. I served time at the real Yankee Stadium. Yankee Stadium was a friend of mine….