I am in New York for the umpteenth time. The weather is perfect: Spring, broken clouds and temperate climes equals baseball.
It’s 2008, it’s final season, and the stadium has hosted games since 1923. More World Series games have been played there than anywhere else. It cradled Babe Ruth and taught him how to hit his first home run as a Yankee in his very first Yankee game, and inside it’s walls the Yankees won their very first title in the Stadium’s inaugural season.
Holding a some 57,000 fans, (the new stadium will seat 4000 fewer), it is certainly the most famous and the most thrilling stadium to have ever held the game.
The old stadium is to be demolished; tuned under for parkland, as though it were never there. But, I’ll bet the Yankees next title that anyone who crosses that new park, with eyes closed and hearts open, might hear the crack of Babe’s bat and feel the breeze of a passing ball if they just listen…and remember.