![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() The overhead lighting was subdued, as was everything else-painted a muted gray-green to match the carpet, even the exposed ductwork in the darkened ceiling above. Wall-to-wall grayish green carpet swallowed idle chatter the windows facing the three walls of walk-in lockers were frosted to allow only diffuse shafts of light from the street above in and even less from the clubhouse out. Sunken in the bowels of Yankee Stadium, it was “like a large subterranean living room,” he recalled, apparently designed to keep the world outside at bay. It was April 9, 1962, and what struck him first was how funereal it was. He never forgot the experience of entering the Yankee clubhouse for the first time. Six months later, and to the surprise of absolutely everybody, Jim Bouton was a New York Yankee. Available here or wherever books are sold. Excerpted from “Bouton: The Life of a Baseball Original” by Mitchell Nathanson by permission of the University of Nebraska Press. ![]()
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