Hate the Yankees. Hate the stadium. Call it a dump. But that dump has held some of the most memorable moments in baseball history, and I cannot with a clear, logical mind dispute that claim. This is the final series at Yankee Stadium. In a non-silly way, I feel lucky that our Birds will be there to close it out.
If Radhames Liz (or, hell, Carl Pavano) never did anything else, they can tell their kids and grandkids, "I pitched in one of the last games ever at the old Yankee Stadium."
Sure, this season is all the sweeter for Yankee Haters, with New York out of the playoff race, stumbling down the back stretch, thinking about the future, and getting ready to say a tearful goodbye to the stadium that has been their home so many seasons.
But a part of me will miss hating this part of the Yankees, I have to say. The new stadium will never be the same thing. And God knows I hate the "aura and mystique" of Yankee Stadium, the ghost tales, the divine intervetions, the Jeffrey Maiers, and so on and so forth.
It's not the biggest deal to me. But if you love baseball, I think it's hard to not have a little bit of nostalgic feeling for Yankee Stadium, no matter who you are.
Let's close this dump with three Yankee losses.
(P.S. -- Who's the gomer at MLB that decided to close the Yankee season with a six-game road trip?)