There is no place quite like the Old Yankee Stadium. Some of my favorite memories are of visiting the Bronx to see the boys in their pinstripes. Nothing has ever compared to the thrill of walking into that hallowed arena. There was always something electric in the air; a total awareness of the legends that have graced the field. A good time was always had, even when the Yanks weren't on their A Game and lost.
Yesterday was my first experience at the New Yankee Stadium. I was teeming with excitement, but wondered how could anything possibly compare to the Old Stadium?! I have to say that I was impressed. It's a tasteful, classy arena dedicated to the Yankees of old, with a nod to the new generation. It was just as thrilling to see the big NY behind home-plate, just as deafening when the boys were announced and just as rowdy when things got to close for comfort. But something was definitely missing. Perhaps it was knowing that the 26 championships hadn't been won there or knowing that the Old Stadium was still standing in plain view across the street. Whatever it was, I'm sure it will dissipate as the Yankees begin to make history in their new home. The beginning of the walk back to the train station was bittersweet. I stopped to pay my respects to the magnificent Old Stadium for the last time. I officially said good-bye to the house that Ruth built and look forward to another 20 plus years of Yankee Stadium memories.
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