Yesterday was the last day the Atlanta Braves would ever play at Shea Stadium and it brought back a lot of memories for me. As much as I have hated the Bravos over the years, I am more of a baseball fan than anything and it was bittersweet to see them at Shea one last time.
Despite the heartbreak of 14 straight division titles, the Braves have provided nothing less than high drama at Shea and one can do nothing less than respect them, especially, dare I say it, Larry “Chipper” Jones. For this reason I blasphemously clapped for him as he stepped up to the plate. Don’t worry, I won’t name my son Larry.
It is easier to appreciate the diminished rivalry because the Braves are in the cellar of the NL East, and the Phillies have taken their place. Although my Brave hatred will forever linger, I found it fitting that it’s all but gone this year, just as Shea will soon be too. Change is the only constant I suppose.
These are the games and the days we need to really try to remember as we get older, because they will remind us of what baseball is all about. The rivalries, the cheers, the boos, the smells - for better or worse - and just the overall experience of attending a game at Shea Stadium.
Is it weird for me to say that I got a little choked up as my 7 train arrived at the ballpark yesterday…or should I say ballparks. Goodbye Larry, and Goodbye Shea.
For a slideshow of yesterday's events, including the Citi Field Preview area, click here.
