Shea: Walk the Line
It really is amazing just how regular everything is in here. I guess I tend to romanticize the field at Shea Stadium, which is easy to do from a distance, when sitting in the upper deck.
For instance, the top of the dugout is just wood and concrete, with exposed nails and warped paint.
I’ll return to the dugout a little later.
Instead, I turned up field to walk the foul line, being sure to stop and stand on the spot where the ball went through Bill Buckner’s legs. I bent down, tapped the dirt and said, ‘Thank you.’
The photo in this post is of my feet on the foul line just behind the first base bag.
