So I’m writing my story around 2:45 and I get a call that George Steinbrenner is eating lunch downstairs.
Big Stein hasn’t said much of anything this spring, so I hustled downstairs to try and get a quote or two.
George King of the Post was a few steps ahead of me, so we settled in to wait. Eventually, the rest of the beat figured out something was up and there were nine of us waiting in a dark hallway for George.
Usually he rides a golf cart, so we staked that out. But this time he walked through a side door. When we tried to intercept him at the other end of the hallway, a security guard stopped us from going through the door.
So no quotes and an hour wasted. Those crafty Yankees outsmarted us.
But I did snap a photo of his golf cart.