Back on October 26, 1996 I received a phone call from a family friend asking me if I wanted to join him for Game 6 of the World Series that night. After a bit of stuttering, I answered yes, and immediately jumped in the shower, and prepared myself for what I was hoping to be an incredible experience.

We arrived at the ballpark around 4:00pm on a crystal clear sunny day, with temperatures in the low 70s; I couldn't ask for better weather. By the time the day was over it was certainly a memorable experience, as a matter of fact, it was the best day of my life.

Fast forward nearly 12 years, and I got another phone call, this time to attend the final game ever at Yankee Stadium with those same people. As I sit here to write this entry, there are a bevy of emotions running through my mind: joy, sadness, excitement, and depression.

The joy stems from being able to attend the final game ever at this incredible palace with three very special people, and watch the Yankees win and celebrate as if they had won the World Series.  It brought back memories to that glorious day in October of `96 when the Yanks won their first championship in my lifetime. So much of the two days were similar: the weather, the packed house, hours of anticipation, and then the team staying on the field to celebrate with the fans. The big difference though was back in `96 the players took a victory lap, here on September 21st the players took a thank-you lap.  

This lap brings about the sadness. The sadness of knowing that I will never get to see a game at the Stadium again. The sadness of knowing that I will never walk through a tunnel to the upper deck and look out to see the beautiful white fa