A senior at Syracuse University and the author of This Purist Bleeds Pinstripes, Rebecca studies history and English and says her favorite Yankees are Yogi Berra and Mariano Rivera. Joba Chamberlain is gaining ground. She blogs on the Yankees, football picks and her adventures as a senior. She is also working on a baseball novel, a bit of which can be read every Sunday on her blog.
Here is her post:
There are ghosts in this place.
I am 13 the first time I am there and yet I feel like I have been there every day, every year of my life. I know this place.
Gehrig’s speech or Maier’s catch, Don Larsen or David Cone, ’27 or ’98, I feel the ghosts like the wind and rain in April and the sweat and burning sun of August.
This place gets into you, under your skin, in your blood.
There are other historic teams, other famous parks, but there is nothing like this; nothing like these ghosts, nothing like these memories.
Inside these walls is a ground hallowed by 26 Octobers. It is a ground hallowed by those who have pitched on the mound or trod on the basepath. It is a ground hallowed by the 50,000 that cut work or class to see the first rites of spring and the miracles of autumn.
It is an ocean of memory. On the surface they are memories of boys playing with a ball and a stick, but dig deeper and they are memories of a city. They are memories of a city that has seen days of decadence and days of depression, days of poverty and days of prosperity. Memories of a city that has survived riots, blackouts and terror attacks, but has always come out stronger on the other side.
Right now, we can live the memories, sitting in the same place watching Shelley Duncan hit a home run, that our grandparents might have sat in, watching Joe DiMaggio go yard, and we can savor every moment of it.
In a little while the legends will be left to the pages of the history books, and the recesses of our minds. We have our pictures, our videos, our memories and they will not leave us. Even as the last of the lights are turned off on a frosty October night, they will not leave us.
The ghosts and the memories will not leave this place and they will not leave us.
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We all have our Yankee Stadium stories, and our Yankee Stadium memories. Let’s hear some of yours.