Oh, No-No, You Didn’t Just Cold Call Me Now

Now David Cone is after me about my car warranty:

With the team’s sales department lacking a closer crafty enough to persuade fans and corporations to spend $2,500 on luxury seats in the middle of a recession, the Yankees started handing the ball to the former ace.

“David Cone left a four-minute voicemail on my machine about the seats,” said a season-ticket holder on the fence about the new prices.

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The biggest challenge in making the calls has been getting customers to take him serious.

“Sometimes I get a secretary, and she doesn’t believe it’s me,” he said. “They think it’s a practical joke. Usually, once they get on the phone, they recognize my voice from television and realize the call is for real.”

Location Scout: New Yankee Stadium.