I can tell you this: I hope the museum at The New Yankee Stadium (every time I type that it, with a capital T and a capital N, it sounds like I’m referring to a bad ’70s band, like The New Christy Minstrels) sounds) does as good a job capturing everything that needs to be captured as the one the Reds built at Great American Ballpark, a museum where I stayed two hours but could’ve stayed six.

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Of course, there will be a fresh batch of Beatles re-releases now, long before they ever get around to offering any on iTunes, because they know suckers like me will just keep buying as many versions of “Rubber Soul” and “Abbey Road” as they can send off the assembly line.