Goodbye Yankee Stadium - and Thank You

On Sunday night I watched the last game ever in Yankee Stadium. I was quite surprised how emotional I felt watching the game. I'm a big Yankee fan, always have been. But for some reason I was not a good fan this year. At least not to her, the Stadium.

I did not go to one game this year. Not one. And this was the last season of the Stadium. I justified it by saying, "They don't deserve me," "the prices are too high," "this team doesn't care, they don't have that Yankee pride," but what I failed to realize is that this season wasn't about the Yankees. They won't even make the playoffs.

This season was about history. Legacy. Pride. Tradition. In a word, this season was about:

Her.

The Stadium.

I think it's fitting that the Yanks weren't even good enough to make the playoffs. Because we would remember this year for the post season. Instead of all the memories that we will never forget.

In 2003 I was at that Aaron Boone game, Game 7 against the Red Sox. And I was there with my Dad and my cousin. It was one of the greatest moments of my life and I'll never forget it. I owe that memory to the stadium, I owe one last final goodbye.

And so, Yankee Stadium, thank you for everything. Thank you for the good times, the bad times, the great times. Thank you for the memories that I will take with me wherever I go. You were truly one of the most amazing cathedrals I have ever experienced, and I will never forget what you meant to me, what you will always mean to me.

Thank you Yankee Stadium, and Goodbye.