A Sad Goodbye

After many many years, too many that I was not alive yet to see and too many that I missed because I was not in a family of baseball fans, Yankee Stadium said its final goodbye last night. No, it is not the end of a team because they are going across the way into a new stadium, but it is the final chapter of a life. A life that so many grand parents, great grand parents, fathers, daughters, sons and so on have shared in.

So long to the uncomfortable sits that we were all too happy to sit in for 9 or more innings. So long to the nose-bleed seats that made you feel like you could topple right over if you stood up too fast. So long to many home runs that will live in our memory. So long to the many winning plays over hundreds of years that have changed the game of baseball. So long to the physical presence of the stadium, but not to the memories we will all carry with us and pass on to our sons and daughters, nieces and nephews.

I am not mad or bitter, if anything I am sad, like so many other fans of not just the Yankees but fans of baseball. This was a stadium that was built by legends and we can only hope that the new stadium will continue with the character and love that this stadium poured out of it every single game.