It's not just steel and concrete

Sep 21, 2008 11:17

I've never attended a major league baseball playoff game. I mention this because Yankee Stadium is closing today and because I came oh so close on several occasion, like the time I had a ticket to Game Six of the '98 series (which I didn't know) and there was no Game 6.

I'm going to miss the old place. I have a lot of good memories tied up in the Stadium-games I saw with family, games I saw with friends, the times in the early 90s when the Yankees were just getting good again but you could still get a walkup, so if we had nothing to do, we'd drive out to the Stadium. The first game I ever saw in Yankee Stadium, Don Mattingly hit an upper deck shot in the 4th and the Yankees won 8-4.

I saw Tommy John in '89 hanging on for 300 (which he didn't get) and Cone pitching consecutive opening days with both my brothers. Andy Pettitte winning on Memorial Day, and tons and tons of clutch hits by Paul O'Neill, great catches by Bernie Williams, and save after save by the incomparable Mariano Rivera. I even saw the only useful thing Ruben Rivera ever did in a Yankee uniform.

Another thing I never did was attend a Yankee game with my father. I didn't even realize it or think of it until just now, but it fills me with unutterable sadness. I miss you, Dad. And I'm gonna miss the old place in the Bronx. I'm gonna miss it like crazy. Thanks for all the memories.

dad, sports, elegy

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