I will never forget the first time my father took me to see Yankee Stadium. It was June 27th, 1987 and I was eleven. It was my first time in a big city. It was my first time at a big league park. It was my introduction to the Yankees/Red Sox rivalry. Everything, everything about that night seemed so huge, so electric, and so magical.
I’ll never forget Don Mattingly’s three run shot over the right field wall in the first inning off “Oil Can” Boyd. (High-fiving dad.) I’ll never forget the crowd heckling Jim Rice every time he took the field. (Dad wishing he could cover my years.) Mattingly, Randolph, Winfield, Righetti, Burks, Boggs, Rice, Baylor. (Dad.) There they were. Not just photos and stats on a baseball card, but playing right there in front of me!
I’ll be reliving a little bit of that magic tonight when I tune in to watch the All-Star Game. Reliving old memories and hopefully making new some ones with my son. Getting one last look at “The Stadium.” Passing baseball – Yankee baseball – down to another generation.
New stadiums. New names. New era. Same baseball.
I’ll be sure to call dad.