As you may or may not know, last night marked the final home game at Yankee Stadium. I was fortunate enough to be in attendance ... sort of ... we were seated in the bleachers, much to my absolute horror. I haven't been relegated to the bleachers since the 1980s. It was the best they had to offer when I was fighting for tickets online last winter. Eh, we were lucky just to be in the building because this was the hottest ticket in town last night. Period.
I've been to more games at the stadium than I could even begin to count and last night was certainly the most emotional. Such a strange, almost subdued, feeling overhung the crowd. It was certainly a bittersweet event. So many glorious memories held in that building, such a rich and storied past. As difficult as it is to leave that all behind, there's no denying the fact that the venue itself is in decline and that the move to a new stadium is needed. I'm looking forward to it, but I'm also sad to say goodbye to this old field of dreams.
I snapped this photo as we arrived at the Yankee Stadium subway platform - I think it captures the wistful spirit of the night. Every person who got off that train stopped for a moment to drink in the sight of the stadium one last time.
In other news, the husband and I have just returned from a brief trip to Huntsville, Alabama. He was there for a business conference and I was riding shot-gun and soaking up the southern sun. This is why I've been separated from my stove.
We did have some tasty food while we were there and I will have a full report as soon as I unearth myself from the pile of virtual mail that accumulated while I was gone. Look for some Alabama photos and a mini-vacation food round up late tomorrow afternoon. Stay tuned!