Tuesday, July 8, 2008

New York Pilgrimage

My husband has been a fan of the New York Yankees since 1966 when he was eight-years-old. When we started dating in 1976 I realized very quickly that I needed to learn about baseball and that The Yankees needed to become my team. We have six children, but only one of them, our oldest son, shares our love of baseball and The Yankees. My husband shared this love with his dad and now he shares it with our son.

The Yankees have been in Yankee Stadium since 1923. Yankee Stadium is known as The House That Ruth (Babe Ruth) Built. In 1993, the first time we traveled to Yankee Stadium, we met my father-in-law in New York and shared the experience with him. This year, 2008, is the last year for the original Yankee Stadium as a newer, more modern stadium is built next door. Earlier this year, given our love of baseball, the Yankees and Yankee Stadium, we joked about the need to make a pilgrimage to New York sometime during this season to say good-bye to the original Yankee Stadium before it is gone forever. This past weekend, we made that pilgrimage. My father-in-law passed away a few years ago, but this weekend we took along our oldest son and his fiancé (a new baseball recruit). We arrived in New York just before midnight Thursday, ran in Central Park for the three mornings we were in town, saw a Broadway play, walked miles around New York and went to two games in Yankee Stadium. It was a fun-packed, memorable two-and-a-half days.

The first game we saw this weekend was on 4th of July. My husband and I both had tears in our eyes as we listened to the singing of God Bless America – The Yankees vs. The Red Sox and all that means, 4th of July and all that means, God Bless America and all that means, sharing this experience with our son and future daughter-in-law and all that it means – it was almost too much emotionally.

There are times we think, or maybe even talk, about doing something special. Time and financial constraints sometimes make it impossible to follow through with these ideas, but when it is possible we should definitely take the time to plan, to make the jump into the wild and crazy idea, to do something that is really special; something that will be, without a doubt, a memory made. While wandering around the concourse at Yankee Stadium I saw a poster that said, “This Stadium won’t last forever, but your memories will.” We made memories this weekend; it may have been a silly, expensive idea, but sometimes it’s worthwhile to take a serious look at our silly ideas and follow through with them. The silly idea may not last forever, but the memory of making it happen will.


Kim H. said...

What a wonderful trip! I am not a baseball fan at all, but Skip, Taylor, and I shared in this same pilgramage when we were in NYC. It is one of those great American pasttimes that one really needs to experience!(Ok, so we are Twins fans)!

At One with Jessie said...

What a fantastic thing to get to share with Jarrod and my future in-laws. I already cherish our runs in Central Park together and look forward to many more memories and adventures with you.