But, inspite of that, it was indeed a magical night. When the Yankees opened the stadium in 1923 Babe Ruth hit the first home run that very day. On its last night, his 92-year-old DAUGHTER threw out the ceremonial first pitch. So many Yankee luminaries gathered together to say goodbye to the grand ol' dame of the Bronx that you needed a scorecard for the legends. Even the Oriole's players were collecting dirt from the infield and asking for autographs.
Yogi, Whitey, and the Stick, were present, as were Jackson, Chambliss and Guidry. The Goose was there, as was Catfish Hunter's widow. Also present were Martin, Mantle, Maris, and Munson's boys, all representing their incomparable fathers. And the Immortals—Don Larson, David Wells, and David Cone—the only three pitchers from the same team to throw perfect games.
This gathering of exalted Yankee stars is likely to never be seen together again.
WHAT a place, this temple of baseball in the Bronx. What a celebration on the last day of worship at the altar of baseball’s most cherished shrine.
Yankee Stadium has indeed been the cathedral of sport.
They may tear down the sacred sanctuary, but this hallowed ground will be forever revered.
Across the street, a new residence rises for the praise, adoration, and exultation of its inhabitants, but the site of “The House that Ruth Built” will always be venerated by those who love and follow baseball.
Yankee Stadium will continue to be a place of adulation, even if only in our hearts, our minds, and our memories.
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