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My M.M. Post

I was teaching my kids a developing strategy (i.e., using time lines before you draft) today and created a timeline of the last time I went to Yankee Stadium. (I was feeling sentimental after last night’s ceremony, which I watched on television). Since I am going to be developing this timeline into a personal narrative to share with my students this week, I figured I’d take a crack at it for Memoir Monday since it is, after all, a memory of my last day there.

Here goes “The Last Trip to Yankee Stadium, Draft #1:”

We paused to take photos in front of the new Yankee Stadium for a quick minute before we headed down a few blocks to the old Yankee Stadium. We walked swiftly to the ticket office, knowing that Linda and Carl were waiting for us. When we arrived, we noticed that Linda had made a friend with a lady who was waiting on line with her sons.

After greeting my in-laws, I declared, “I’m thirsty,” and went off in search of some water at the Yankee Gift Store. Nothing. Ugh. I’d have to deal with being parched on our tour, which didn’t make me happy. Oh well.

A few minutes after I returned empty-handed from the gift shop, our tour guide was ready. He welcomed us into Yankee Stadium where we walked on the familiar ramps I had walked on so many times before. However, I knew this would be the last time I’d stride across these planks.

Once we reached the second or third level, we walked a little ways to the field. As we went through the breezeway, I felt a shiver of excitement run up my spine. However, there was no game today. The Yankees were playing out of town and we were merely on a tour.

Our tour guide took us through the seats and on to the field. THE FIELD! I had never walked on a MLB Field before. So many great left fielders had probably stepped where I was stepping at that moment. Thinking about all of the greats who had caught pop-ups there was quickly overshadowed by our arrival at Monument Park, where all great Yankee Players were immortalized.

We spent a few minutes in Monument Park taking photos of the plaques commemorating players like Munson, Ruth, Berra, and more.

The real thrill of the day came when we headed across the baseball diamond to the Yankees’ Dugout. As I descended into the dugout, I realized I was sitting on the same bench that my home team sat on every time they played. I sidled up next to the Bull Pen Phone wishing I had the nerve to lift it up and pretend to make a phone call to get Rivera out of the bullpen. But, I don’t have that much chutzpah, and it was pad-locked, so I merely posed for a photo on the padded bench with my mother-in-law instead.

Marc was in all of his glory when we later went into the Yankee Locker Room and up to the Press Box. Location after location in Yankee Stadium felt as if it held so much history.

It does.

But soon, the House that Ruth built will be gone. It will give way to a more modern stadium, essentially across the street, where more history will be made.

However, the new Yankee Stadium won’t hold the same memories for me. After all, my first trip to see the Bronx Bombers, with my Dad, happened when I was seven and we went to the Stadium that’s about to be torn down. Being back at the Stadium this past August allowed me to remember my first trip there with crystal-clear clarity. Therefore, even though the Stadium will soon be gone, my memories of games in this great “cathedral” will last an eternity.


Stacey Shubitz View All

I am a literacy consultant who has spent over a decade working with teachers to improve the teaching of writing in their classrooms. While I work with teachers and students in grade K-6, I'm a former fourth and fifth-grade teacher so I have a passion for working with upper elementary students.

I'm the author of Craft Moves (Stenhouse Publishers, 2016) and the co-author of Jump Into Writing (Zaner-Bloser, 2021), Welcome to Writing Workshop (Stenhouse Publishers, 2019), and Day By Day (Stenhouse, 2010).

4 thoughts on “My M.M. Post Leave a comment

  1. Great story and modeled for your students. Imagine, a female passion for baseball. BRAVO! My family is all Yankee and my brother, Jeff was unemotional about the last game in the House that Ruth built.


  2. What a great memory. We went only once to Yankee Stadium – my husband is a lifelong fan but didn’t get the chance to go to New York until he was 50 years old. He was in tears as we watched the game and all of the celebrations last night.


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