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As we are on the verge of another season of Major League Baseball, the excitement is tempered by the realization that this will be the final Opening Day of Shea Stadium. Sure it’s a smelly, old, broken down relic, but it’s our smelly, old, broken down relic. It will be a sad day when the final game is played at our beloved playground. I’ll always remember the late 70′s/early 80′s getting discount tickets from milk cartons, buying upper deck seats and just walking down to the better ones, cheering when the attendance quiz on the scoreboard was the lowest number of the 3 choices.

Then the tide turned. Keith, Mookie, Darryl, Doc, Sid, Darling…then Gary Carter. Then put in Wally, HoJo, Ray Knight, and Dykstra and we had the magical 1986 season.

But this is about Shea Stadium, named after William A. Shea, who brought National League baseball back to NY. It will be a sad day when the last game is played. I wish the stadium could be imploded but that is against NY regulations, so it will be taken down slowly, unceremoniously, piece by piece.

So all Met fans should raise a toast on Monday’s Opening Day to the great Shea Stadium, scene of a lifetime of memories.

Play Ball!

Let’s Go Mets!