The Final Days of Yankee Stadium
Posted Under: Sports
It’s here. And I’m sad. Yankee Stadium is closing. It’s an end of an era. I have mixed feelings. I’m fortunate enough to have experienced the Stadium at its finest. But, it’s sad to see something that had such an impact on my life go away. It’s like a funeral. My first Yankee Stadium visit came when I was 3 or 4 years old. It was a birthday party in the Bleachers. They were playing the Indians. The party, including the birthday boy, left after the third inning. I left after the 7th. Yankee Stadium isn’t just a stadium. It’s a member of my family. It lives and dies with us. It hurts us. It consoles us. It experiences the good times, the bad times. Yankee Stadium is a symbol. It’s gotten my family through adversity. It’s always there. And now, as the Stadium closes its doors, I’m losing a friend, a family member. The New Stadium ,however gorgeous and modern, is like the black eye on the family. You want to ignore it, but it’s always there. The Yankees are the fifth member of my family. We can argue with them, we can disagree. But always we love them. And with the Stadium closing, a part of me dies inside. A part of my life that can never be revisited. I’m losing the Babe, the Mick and, Joe D. Yogi, Whitey, Scooter, and Thurman. Mattingly, Rivera, and Jeter. When I leave the Stadium tomorrow night, I will surely be crying. And I won’t have the Stadium, my Stadium, our Stadium, there to console me.
