After reading about the traitorous act in The Post, the two workers approached a construction manager and said they remembered [Gino] Castignoli, who only worked at the Stadium one day, and thought they knew where he must have placed the shirt. ...Mr. Hankee assured worried Yankee fans that the buried jersey would not have cursed the franchise, calling it a "bunch of bullshit". Castignoli countered:
After the hardhats pointed to the spot, workers brought out jackhammers and dug furiously for five hours, creating a 2-foot- by-3-foot, gravel-filled pit in their search for the tainted threads.
They spotted the jersey at 3:25 p.m. and called Yankee brass. The cursed shirt was about two feet deep in cement. ...
"I hope his coworkers kick the s--- out of him," said George's boy [Hank], who now runs the team with his brother Hal.
So, then, why is he making such a big stink about it? If it's no big deal, why not let it lay? Apparently, it's bothering him. Tell Hank he can come meet me if he wants to try -- and tell him to bring Posada, because he's the one Yankee I can't stand.