Marie snagged me a seat in the bleachers at the start of the season. I used to own season tickets, but then moved two hours away for a job. It wasn't practical to keep my season tickets, and gave them up.
I sat in the bleachers since 1998, when my parents finally allowed me to go to games by myself. I made so many friends there, it was the only place I wanted to be for the last game, with the people I loved and hated at the same time.
Here are some photos I took from that day, which started around 4 p.m.
The new Yankee Stadium:
Marie (left) and I before the game hanging out with the bleacher creatures in the "secret spot."
The last walk into the tunnel leading to Section 39. It took me about 10 minutes to actually walk into the Stadium because I was crying like a little kid on River Ave.
Ali Ramirez's seat. He was the original bleacher creature. My season ticket was next to that seat for years.
People were ripping off the wall to keep a piece of Yankee Stadium
Joba Chamberlain warming up, a view from the left-field bleachers.
Jeter's last at-bat.
It's a final.
Me with the Utz girl. She knows all my secrets.
The final walk leaving the Stadium.
My second home.
