The Summer of Baseball is drawing to a close. Today, after Phoenix, Baltimore, Philadelphia and Shea Stadium, we went to Yankee Stadium. It was my first trip to the Bronx and first time at Yankee Stadium. You get off the “D” train from Manhattan, and there’s no dramatic façade outside the steps (like Shea and Citizens Bank Park); you feel like you are in the middle of “The French Connection” and you expect Popeye Doyle to come careening around the corner.

 

We arrived way early, but too late to get in line for Monument Park. As we entered our seating area from the concourse, I thought of the scene from “City Slickers” when Billy Crystal recalled his first trip with his dad to Yankee Stadium. At my first trip, there was no Mickey Mantle homerun and the Yanks lost 2-1. The usually infallible Mariano Rivera gave up a run in the 10th inning. Nonetheless, we had a blast