on saturday i said goodbye to an old friend. anyone who knows me well knows how i feel about shea stadium..."it's a dump. but it's my dump." well, my dump is about to be torn down. so i decided to pay it one last visit. the game i went to turned out to be a pitching gem, despite the threating rain. it also ended up as the mets last victory, ever, at shea.
many childhood--as well--as adulthood memories were had at that stadium, and while it could never be described as beautiful, i think the collective effervescence of its fans was something to behold.