THE CATHEDRAL OF BASEBALL: THE STADIUM: THE HEART OF NEW YORK: THE YANKEES

December 13, 2008
By Prachi Patel, Middle Village, NY

THE CATHEDRAL OF BASEBALL: THE STADIUM: THE HEART OF NEW YORK: THE YANKEES
April 18, 1923- September 21, 2008

85 years:
Of memories that will never be dared to be forgotten
Of the pride that represented what we stood for
The heroes that gave us all they’ve got, day in and day out,
the blood, sweat and tears, even behind stadium doors

85 years:
Of Pinstripes at their greatest, the interlocking N,Y known worldwide
From The Babe’s first homerun at the stadium, to Molina’s last
We will always remember what we can’t forget-
The hits kept on coming till a new leader emerged; Jeter’s 1274th erased Gehrig’s past

85 years:
Records set are meant to be broken-from homeruns, to all-time saves, from games played, to the hits and streaks
A-Rod’s incredible season; with the walk-offs, homeruns, clutch moments, the MVP
Monument Park; the home to all the Legends and Hall-of-Famers; the first Yankees
So many cameras flashing, to capture the once in a lifetime moments, for all to see

85 years:
26 World Champions won out of the 39 played
From Yogi’s unprecedented 10 World Series Rings
13 straight seasons of going to the post season
The awaited 7th inning stretch where Kate Smith’s God Bless America they all sing

85 years:
No game is guaranteed until the last strike of the last out
The stadium shakes in its cores
We know its never over until the Fat Lady sings
To the die hard fans roaring for more

85 years:
Of the lights, cameras and the awaited action
From the “House that Ruth Built” to the one “that Jeter closed”
There will always be ONE stadium
Where “THE HOUSE BECAME A HOME”


The author's comments:
I wrote this poem after watching the last game at the stadium from my couch, all the time wishing I was there to witness it first hand. After seeing the pre season ceremonies, the actual game, and the after game ceremonies, I didn't even realize I was shedding the tears I knew I would have never been able to stop. This was when I finally realized what it meant to be a die hard fan and to be a fan of the game. I never knew how much I truly loved the Yankees and what they represented to all their fans, the city of New York, until I saw what I saw on my TV screen that day. Being a fan for as long as I could remember, I knew this was something worth writing about, something I can one day show my kids. I just let every emotion I felt on that night take control of me and say the words I could never express verbally. This is a poem very dear at heart and special to me. I know there are many people, fans, out there who could relate to something like this for their own team. I just want to say one thing; no matter what team you are rooting for, whether they are the leaders or the underdogs, NEVER lose hope or faith. Support them with everything that happens; the good and the bad, and I know sometimes its frustrating to see them lose day in and day out, but remember and keep in mind that your day will come to show the world of sports that your team can be on the top. Stay true, have faith, and always stand by them especially when everyone doubts them and when no one else is, because that's what a true die hard fan is and does.

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