I biked to hallowed ground today ~ the old Yankee Stadium footprint between 157th Street and 161st Street off River Avenue. I stood behind home plate, my soul sank and flew, the memories, good and bad rolled in, I felt pain that broke my heart and delirious joy, bliss that stayed with me for weeks. I watched a kid hammer a ball off the right field fence. I thought I saw the 344 sign. That brought the 1961 M&M boys to mind.
|Mantle hits facade off Pedro Ramos|
|Mick greeting Roger|
|this photo, courtesy of terrencefogarty.com|