Yankee Stadium
This column from today's Washington Post about the memories some people have from visiting Yankee Stadium as a kid stopped me dead in my tracks.
I was 11 years old when my dad took me to the stadium for the first time. That was more than four decades ago and I still remember where we sat (box seats behind home plate given to my dad by one of his customers), who the Yanks were playing (Orioles), that both pitchers pitched complete games (how often does that happen anymore), and that the Yankees won.
I also remember what I felt like as we exited the highway and saw the stadium for the first time and when we got into the stadium and I saw the what is imbedded in my mind as the greenest grass ever grown on the field.
Maybe it's really my morning coffee rather than the memories, but just thinking about this still get's my heart beating a little faster.
Yankee Stadium
My first Major League game was at Yankee Stadium in 1954. I don't remember who they played, but I do remember seeing Micky Mantle. The place was so huge. I'd never seen so many people. I can still remember how big the players seemed and the smell of cigar smoke. I didn't understand much, I was only 4, but it made a big impression on me. I've been a big baseball fan ever since.