Sunday, September 21, 2008

Goodbye Yankee Stadium, and thanks for the memories

I've been reading a lot of articles about the final game at Yankee Stadium, which is tonight. It's hard to believe that a stadium with so much history that it has its own article in first person in Sports Illustrated this week is going to see its final game tonight. Click that link above-it really is amazing how much history that building holds. Yeah, it's long, but a really good read.

Today's post on the Sox and Pinstripes blog was written by a home-town Yankees fan. It's a cool article about The House that Ruth Built and what it means to him. I've read and heard a lot about the Yankee fans, but I'm the RIVAL fan, and I'm going to miss this place too. There is so much history between the Red Sox and the Yankees, how could I not?

The articles remind me of not only how I feel about my home park for its history and lore, the legends that played there, and the joys of victory and the agonies of defeat, they reminded me that we've had a whole lot of that at that other place, the home of the ones we love to hate in the Bronx.

I only actually attended one came at Yankee Stadium; a game over 30 years ago, when my dad and mom piled my brother and me into the car for a Red Sox/Yankees game at Yankee stadium. We parked our crappy car on a crappy street in the Bronx and walked for what to a little kid seemed like way too long in what seemed like a crappy part of town to get to the game. I still remember sitting in our seats just pass third base on a bright sunny day, wearing my Red Sox pride on my sleeve, chanting chants with my brother in our little kid voices, and raising our dorky little handmade signs in support of our team. I don't remember who won, but my mind likes to think it was the Sox, and my heroes Carl Yazstremski, Jim Rice, and Dwight Evans were in the game. I remember thinking the place looked like a big white palace, and my dad called it The New Yankee Stadium, probably because it was completely remodeled in 1973.

Fast forward to 2004 (yeah, I'm skipping 2003), when the Sox had SUCH an exciting season, a HUGE late season, and later made the greatest comeback in sports history to defeat the Yankees in a 4 game shutout in their own house, after they were down 3 games in a 7-game series, to get to the World Series. It was surreal - everyone came to work sleep-deprived and bleary-eyed; our stomachs hurt throughout the day in as we did our work, which actually gave us something productive to do, in anticipation of the next big game that night. The guys in the stands at Yankee Stadium wearing Babe Ruth ghost costumes, in honor of the curse of Babe Ruth against the Sox-hoping it would rear its ugly head to leave us devastated yet again. Dave Roberts' steal in Game 4 which started a rally and got them to a win, Curt Schilling's heroic win in the first "bloody sock" game-Game 6 in that playoff series at Yankee Stadium, Johnny Damon's grand slam in Game 7 that I had to hear on the radio, parking my car by the relay mailbox behind our house after bringing my cat to the emergency vet looking blind in one eye. A championship series where Randy watched me wear same shirt and drink the same beer and not change the channel or touch the keys on the piano because the force was with us and changing any of these things would alter the balance and change the course of Red Sox history...well, all those games were played at Yankee Stadium. I read in the paper that if the Yankees lose tonight, they will guarantee the Red Sox a spot in the post-season. Still trying to figure out the math on that one, but that would mean that more history for my team could be made there tonight, and the Sox aren't even playing there.

Anyway, I know how I'd feel if it were MY sports cathedral, demo'd and moving across the street to accommodate the (now broke?) wealthy fans in their luxury boxes. Even as the rival fan, I know how I feel watching this place and its history end tonight.

Read the Sox and Pinstripes post. One of the best quotes is, "So imagine what it's like to be a Yankees fan today if you're not going through what I am already. I'm never going to see my team play in that ballpark again, ever. Nothing I do or say is going to get them to do it. The only thing I can imagine this being similar to, and this is how insane I am, but meeting a girl, moving in with her, marrying her and 13 years later you have to move out. That's what this is to me. It's such a constant, such a block in my life, and soon it won't be there anymore."

I can imagine it. In fact, I kinda feel like I'm that girl.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

What a kitchen demo looks like

Kitchen before...very old!






Bathroom before

No comments about the toilet seat, please



This was the bathroom

This was the dining area


This is where all our stuff is now.

Lovely music room turned into a mini-kitchen

Mimi-kitty keeps trying to get through the door by pawing at the plastic

The goal for the kitchen: make it the same as much as possible but make it new! The bathroom will have a stand-up shower and a little more room.
Dining: a mix of take-out, grocery store prepared, grilling, and dining out. Coffee station aka-A.M. lifeline is in the office right next to the bedroom upstairs. Coffee mate instead of cream 'cause we keep forgetting to go downstairs to put it away.
Should all be done by Oct 8! Can't wait!

Friday, September 05, 2008

Yesterday, today, tomorrow, next week.

Yesterday: took Mom to see Jimmy Buffet. Just us gals. I got to drive her really cool PT Cruiser convertible both ways in perfect summer weather. Plus, most importantly, I got to spend a lot of time together with just her, which we rarely get to do these days, and we had a great time. Between both my nieces being diagnosed with Crohn's at 8 and 9 yrs old, and one of her best friends having health problems, and all her stuff falling apart at her house, it's been a tough year for her. So, it was GREAT to see her cut loose, enjoy a gorgeous summer evening out, watching one of her favorite singers ever. She's got one of the best smiles going and it was great to see it for an entire evening.

Today: Mom encouraged me to start boxing up the kitchen in preparation for Monday's big kitchen demolition. Six bags of trash filled, six drawers and 2 cabinets emptied, 83 CD's put away, 8 boxes packed, and 3 closets cleaned later, we went to lunch. Mom went home to the other end of Massachusetts. I went out on the deck and Randy grilled up The Last Supper. (actually...we might get to grill again on Sunday, if Hanna stops raining on us by then. After that, it's takeout, dining out, and peanut butter sandwiches or cereal for dinner for at least 4 weeks. but tonight is The Last Supper because nothing is in our way and we got to use all our stuff before the last of it's put away.)

Tomorrow: Demo dumpster arrives at 8am. Hanna comes to rain on us all day. We finish packing up all the crap we never use in the kitchen anyway. Coffee maker moves upstairs. More trash goes out. The Mystery Box I packed for Randy gets sorted. Cats start to freak out.

Next week: Dust, more dust, plastic everywhere. Appliances move to the music room next to our living room. Cats disappear to the upstairs, to eat upstairs, poop upstairs, hide upstairs, sleep upstairs. Plates will be paper, cups and utensils will be plastic, and I will become truly carbon neutral because all the recycling efforts I've made this year will be 100% neutralized by the amount of non-biodegradable trash going out the door. Noice, plastic, paper. Have I ever mentioned that I hate paper plates and really dislike drinking out of plastic cups? Thank god the booze is near the sofa now. I'm keeping one glass that is actual glass next to that, even if I do have to wash it out in the upstairs bathroom.