September 19th, 2008
I can’t believe I just typed those words. On that day, I will be there and filing our scene story for MLB.com and Yankees.com. Any other MLBloggers who will be there, feel free to help be my eyes and ears that day and post comments here. We also will be looking for Yankee Stadium goodbye posts and will highlight them at MLBlogs, so leave URLs here. And if you haven’t already done so, you are invited to add your comment on the special Yankee Stadium Memories MLBlog (first comment there is mine) that we launched during All-Star FanFest, promoted at Yankees.com.
I have been to a lot of farewell parties, I have been to Ripken’s 2,131st and Big Mac’s 62nd and Joe Carter’s walk-off and Dr. J’s Last House Call and Kareem’s last All-Star Game and 10/28/04 and the most magical Michael moments including Slam Dunk ’88 and golfed with the Golden Bear and served in Arnie’s Army and interviewed Ali and run the NYC Marathon and looked up last month at Li Ning running sideways above me around the top of the Bird’s Nest to light an Olympic cauldron. It has been a life with a countless array of so many fabled moments in sports history, but I think I am about to experience something unlike anything I have ever felt in my lifetime, and I’m not even a native New Yorker. I get chills thinking about it right now. I can’t wait to read the blogs of others who are there that day or following it over MLB.TV or another means. I think the last game at Yankee Stadium is going to have a place in that history for generations of people everywhere.
It doesn’t matter if you love or hate the Yankees. This is it, American History. Man, I love Fenway and I could sing “Sweet Caroline” with fans there every night. I’m mostly a Cardinals fan at heart and I love and adore Redbird fans who even once cheered their own (Larry Walker) for striking out, and I love the view high atop Dodger Stadium and those mountains you see at Coors and the View Level View in San Fran and that open space on the mezzanine of Comerica and the big sign at The Jake and Wrigley’s ivy and something in particular about every ballpark I’ve ever seen, Majors or Minors or my sons’ youth fields where rites of passage took place. But there is no more famous baseball franchise, no place that can simply be called “The Stadium.” When you walk through the blue-painted passageways in the catacombs inside, when you slap the DiMaggio quote sign entering the dugout from the clubhouse tunnel, when you step on the grass…it transports you to days when the cleats of Mick and Whitey and Babe and Lou trod this ground. We’re all baseball fans and I think this Sunday is for all of us, a climax before the annual MLB denouement. Even Red Sox fans — so much of your history is here (ie 2004 ALCS Game 7), for one last series.
It will be Reserved Tear Seating.
I just wanted to post this video in honor of our fellow blogger over at The Profound and the Blurry — since some of the lyrics were posted there. I wonder how other MLBloggers would put their feelings to music as Last Game Day comes.