My blood may run Dodger blue, but today it's all about saying goodbye to the House that Ruth Built. After 85 years of true American tradition, new yorkers and baseball fans around the country will watch the last game ever played at Yankee Stadium. No matter what your team may be, it's impossible (and in my opinion un-American and just plain weird) to hear the names Babe Ruth, Joe DiMaggio, Mickey Mantle, Lou Gehrig, and Yogi Berra and not be instantly taken to that perfect summer afternoon watching baseball with a hot dog in one hand and a beer in the other.
Yankee Stadium has also been the site of many other important events in American history. Mass/Visits by the Pope (3 I believe-don't judge my vagueness I'm surprised I even know that), the 1981 World Series-won by our very own boys in blue (the other boys in blue, the ones from LA, sorry back to the point), "the fight of the century" between between American Joe Louis and German Max Schmeling-which proved to be not only a milestone in boxing but a very symbolic event for the rest of the world which was on the brink of WWII (don't ask me how I know these things but these are the kind of things I remeber and therefore why I need this blog ;-), a rally honoring Nelson Mandela, and of course president Bush throwing out the 1st pitch of the 2001 World Series just weeks following September 11th.
Known as the real "field of dreams", "the Cathedral", and the "palace of the great American pastime", tonight after the final out the lights may go out for the last time but the memories made in the house that Ruth built will live on forever in the heart of every American.
xo-d
"I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello"-The Beatles, Hello Goodbye, 1967
