Goodbye Shea Stadium

Thursday, January 01, 2009

Hear listener memories of Shea Stadium as the final home game approached. What's your top Shea memory? Comment below!
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Comments [3]

Manish from New Jersey

Hello Brian,
Maybe this is a bit tacky, but how about renaming it "The Ba(i)l Park" since the taxpayer is propping Citigroup? The dot on top of the i could be a baseball.
Thank you.

Jan. 01 2009 10:00 PM
Ron Kaplan from Montclair, NJ

In most circumstances, the father inculcates the son by bringing him to his first baseball game. in my case, it was the other way around.

My dad, a Russian immigrant who came to the US in 1916, never much cared for sports, but he indulged me when I suggested taking him to Shea for a Father's Day game in the mid-1970s. We went with my best friend. The opponents that day escape me, and my father didn't pay much attention, but I think he just enjoyed the fact that his teenaged-son wanted to spend time with him.

Jan. 01 2009 11:54 AM
Kim W. from Brooklyn, NY

I'm a Red Sox fan who has memories of both stadiums.

In the late 1990's I worked for a company that was itself owned by a larger company, and the larger company had box seats in Shea Stadium. We were all offered the opportunity to use the special box one night, and were encouraged to bring a couple friends. I invited a Mets fan friend of mine -- someone who, like me, was used to staying in the cheap seats at games.

We had no idea what we were getting into.

My friend met me at the gate, along with my boss and his whole family and a couple other friends of friends. We followed the stadium worker to our box -- it was the first time we'd ever been in a box. While everyone else eagerly ran in to check out the box and their seats, my friend and I stood in the door and gaped at the seats with the superb view of the field, the complete buffet that had been laid out for us, the comfortable lounge behind the seats. After staring at it all for a moment, my friend finally recovered enough to say, "well, I brought a bag of potato chips for us all to share, but it looks like I didn't need to..."

I didn't get to go to Shea after that. I'd say my one and only Shea moment being in a private box is a fair trade, though.

Jan. 01 2009 11:51 AM

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