I love the summer when we pack up the boys and three generations head off to watch the Yankees play. We sometimes have good seats, sometimes not so great, but it is always the buzz that keeps us happy. Nana and Poppa, Nana Haze, Uncle Ricky, my hubby and my boys…all my favorite people in one place watching my favorite team.
I don’t eat hotdogs, but they are delicious when they cost more than any sane human being would generally be willing to pay for them. I am not a big beer drinker; but I love the flat, easy to spill water with some bubbles and a color reminiscent of pee…and generally chug a few while I cheer for the Yankees (even more if they are losing).
I often sit and soak up the enormity of the stadium. Yes, it is large, but I really mean the history behind it (with the old stadium), and the possibilities for the memories that will be created for generations to come in the new stadium. I know my boys will be sitting in those seats with their own children, eating hotdogs (goodness only know what they will cost then…but they will be REALLY delicious), and there is the possibility that I will be included as the grandmother, in keeping with the three generations that visit and cheer together today.
I do like the game, but there is so much more to the experience. Soaking it all in with the eyes of a child, marvelling at the architecture so obviously paying homage to the old stadium, but infusing a new hope in its design. I imagine myself at the old games, I mean really old games..watching the greats of yesteryear making history. Strangely, I usually view these montages in black and white, even on the sunniest of days.
I love Yankee stadium, spending special time with my family and cheering on between mouthfuls of junk and watery bubble pee. It is magical in a special way…I never went as a child, so I am a child when I go now…I just have to remember to keep an eye on the kids from time to time!