At the blog Loge 13, they commemorate the 44th and final birthday of Shea Stadium.
Along with a video of Shea in its opening year of 1964, Kingman writes:
“Sadly, there will be no more openers for our glorious 1st Wonder Of Flushing. She is doomed to go to the great ballpark graveyard. People can mock your concrete carriage, your outdated efficiencies, your challenging parking… Shea’s shortcomings only made us heartier fans, not pampered, luxury box-dwelling ninnies.”
…couldn’t agree more…it’s certainly a bittersweet end to a huge, albeit broken down, part of my life…
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Completely agree with everything said.
On another note, I cannot believe what M & MD are saying right now. A caller just called and got on them for criticizing Church when the trade was made. Mike had the cajones to say he NEVER criticized the trade and that he LIKED the trade. He said he likes Church and always liked the trade. I love it.
thats some good writing
HERE HERE!!!
this is going to get reaalllllllyyyy sad come closer to its ultimate demise in sept/oct
is much the stadium su-ked, its full of a lot of memories and everytime I drive I feel those memories, but at the same time, the new stadium can be a heck of a place to start some new memories…ideal situation close down shea with a championship and open up citifield with a championship and a new history of winning.
At the end of this homestand there will be as many games remaining at Shea as the Confidence Rating Percentage for the team’s direction, 72.
Oh wait….
We won 2 games in a row…..quick, take another poll.
88%
Happy birthday to me and shea! :-)
Yes, I remember Shea’s first day really well. The lines for the men’s room were out the door, the food from Aramark was cold, my seat was broken, and from the mezzanine section row N my view of fly balls was blocked. Also, I thought right away what we needed was a gigantic rotting Apple to be coming out of a magician’s hat. That would really get the crowd on it’s feet.
That day I also had sat next to a English woman who was there with her husband. She said she couldn’t wait to have a baby and to bring him to the stadium upon his arrival. She was musically inclined and said I know years from now my unborn son would love to have his music played in the 8th inning during games. That woman…Rick Astley’s mother! It was creepy.
After the game, my buddy and I bought a Willie Stargell jersey and we hit the head on the way out. In the bathroom we found a hole that had not yet been filled with concrete. In there we buried Willie Stargell’s jersey and cursed the Mets forever…in the form of long-winded Ralph Kiner stories.
PERFECT
Haha! More!!!!
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