
A quiet preseason day at Stan’s Sports Bar, long a central watering hole for Yankee fans
THIRTY feet. That is the distance between the entrance of Stan’s Sports Bar at 158th Street and River Avenue and the faded black sign affixed to the side of Yankee Stadium that says “Bleacher Entrance.” It is a third of the length between first and second base, easy strolling distance for the droves of Yankee fans who crowded in religiously each baseball season.
And for 30 years, this archetypal American sports bar, with wooden baseball bats as its door handles and sketches of Mickey Mantle and Lou Gehrig on its walls, has been a prime piece of Bronx real estate.
Until the Yankees moved across the street, and then it wasn’t.









