The Yankee Stadium: Goodbye, Dear Friend

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The Yankee Stadium: Goodbye, Dear Friend

How can I possibly watch the demolition of this sacred edifice as the crumbling pieces come crashing down?

Mixed with those pieces will be the ones from my broken heart.

If you're not a Yankee fan who visited this palace as you were growing up, then you can't even begin to imagine how emotional it will be.

A few years back, when I first read that the end of the stadium was a certainty, I started to feel the same as I do this very moment, just days before my introduction to the new palace.

I felt my eyes moistening; my first reaction was disbelief.

I could not fathom that all the special moments with my family and friends were going to be discarded like a used plastic beer cup.

Soon after came rage, and a feeling that we were about to lose our coveted legacy of great tradition.

If we were to lose our our identity, then our tradition would soon follow. Of paramount significance to our identity as Yankee fans is our place of worship.

What really separates Yankee fans from the rest of baseball? Is it the great cathedral or the pinstripes?

I say both, but the primary reason that Yankee fans are so incorrigible is the 26 championships.

Take away all the World Series titles and you're left with an antique stadium and a very dapper uniform.

It is the success of our players that defines our tradition and ourselves as Yankee fans. The most important artifact we will be moving across the street is not the ground or the facadeit's the glorious championships.

Even though we won't be able to relive those moments with our favorite people in the old stadium, we can always make new memories across the street.

I read that the new Yankee Stadium's magnitude is of equal to the old one when it opened it's doors in 1923, a real modern day replica of our castle in the sky.

The Steinbrenner family never much liked the fact that the stadium was built by the Ruperts. They wanted to start their own legacy by building a new facility.

I won't blame George for the demise of our stadium, but I will blame father time for being so persistent.

So a toast to you, my dear friend. Thank you for giving us those precious moments with the people we love.

My name is Joseph Jove, and this Bud is for you. 

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