Today marks the final regular season game at Yankee Stadium.  The Yankees odds of making the post-season are not good so this is probably the end of the line for the 85 year masterpiece.

I am grateful to Steve for moving the Everest Base Camp trip up a few days.  I am also grateful that we motored to Everest Base Camp and back.  I didn't want to have to choose between Everest and the Yankees.  I couldn't live with having to choose between two life changing experiences.  I don't need to deal with another closure issue. 

I'll try to see long time Bleacher Creature friends as this year's ticket plan has unfortunately taken me to the Left Field Bleachers and Tier.

It will be tough to say goodbye.  Memories of Reggie Jackson's three home runs against the Dodgers helped give me hope as a young impressionable seven year old.  The loss to the Dodgers in the 1981 World Series took much of that innocence away as an 11 year old.  The pain from the rest of the 1980s was only numbed by Donnie Baseball and following the Oneonta (A) Yankees.

There are too many memories from the last 12.5 years living in the world's greatest City to list.  There will be very few dry eyes starting from the final Roll Call to the last out.  Mine won't be one of them.

Posted by an emotional Tank in NY.