Review of the Day – One Last Time: Good-Bye to Yankee Stadium by Ray Negron

This is, I assure you, the actual plot of this book. I am not making any of this up. So one day George Steinbrenner calls up the batboy Ray to his office. Turns out, Ray is a magic batboy and George wants Ray to tell all the old and dead Yankees that there’s going to be a new stadium. Ray goes to a magic room in the stadium that allows him to speak with all the Yankees of the past and he and Steinbrenner help them reminisce. Then the Yankees decide to play one last game on the pitch. As they do so the stadium begins to fall apart around their ears. Honest. So they all get out, and go into the room with the magic door which inexplicably hasn’t fallen to dust. Ray suddenly pulls a "Take me with you," but George Steinbrenner stops him and assures him that he shouldn’t "worry about the magic, Ray. We’re taking it with us. The Yankees will always have that magic." Comforted, Ray and George walk out to look at the new stadium.

I’m sure a person could lash into this book for the fact that it makes the claim that the old Yankee Stadium was worn out and falling apart and that was why they built a new one. Not a baseball fan myself, so I don’t particularly care one way or another. What I find far more disturbing is that it appears that the sole reason this book was written was to assure Yankee fans that the new stadium is great and that they shouldn’t be whiny crybabies about the destruction of the old one. It’s such a cynical reason to write a picture book. On the surface the book is celebrating the great Yankees of the past, but over and over again the story repeats the mantra that the old stadium is no good anymore. "…all the wear and tear has taken its toll…", "The stadium’s just too old." Etc. etc.

The book is also a great big kiss on the lips to George Steinbrenner. When the batboy is called into Steinbrenner’s office the first thing he says is, "Special assignment? Another sick kid, Boss? A kid who needs some special . . . magic?" Never mind that Ray is saying this apropos of nothing. We are given the distinct impression from the start that Steinbrenner is a godlike figure, sending out his batboy like a little angel to the good Yankee children of the world. This feeling isn’t diminished any when the old Yankees of the past honor and adore Steinbrenner like he’s their greatest Boss. Heavens. I know the book’s written by Steinbrenner’s personal consultant, but to make your employer out to be the greatest Yankee the world has ever seen… woo-boy.

As for the writing itself, it’s just awful. Not much more to say about that.

Alas, the illustrations do not help. I am willing to bet that Laura Seeley is a good artist, and perhaps very adept at animals and such. People, however, are not her strength. At first I thought she just wasn’t comfortable drawing real people. There’s a picture of Derek Jeter at the beginning that looks like he’s trying to style his hair. Closer inspection revealed a tiny baseball leaving one hand, appearing to float there of its own accord. Then I realized that fake people, like Ray, were sometimes far more disturbing to look at. For reasons unclear to me, the pictures in this book keep returning to the batboy’s gigantic looming face with its gigantic looming eyes accompanied by their gigantic looming eyelashes. If you’re not zeroing in on his eyeball then you’re getting up close and personal with his cheek. I also found it a bit disturbing how often Spalding appears in these pictures, prominently. I know that the author Ray Negron is also a director of community relations for Spalding, but did the book have to be so chock full of product placement?