Sure, Yankee Stadium was a decrepit excuse for a stadium. The hallways were cramped with Big Bob's from Brooklyn and one too many Dip 'n Dots carts. Bathroom lines were long and the upper deck was cramped. But you know what? That's the way baseball is supposed to be. You, me, and Freddie, squeezed too tightly together in a beer stained arena watching today's Yankees playing on the same field as the Babe. Santana pitching on the same mound where Lou Gehrig made his proclamation. The right field corner that Paul O'Neil defended with such ridiculous strength. Fights breaking out acround the stadium on some idle Tuesday night when Boston is in town.
Enough of that. What's done is done. But I don't know if I'll ever get used to exiting the 4 train and not turning left towards Stan's and the bleacher entrance.
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