In New York today, another stadium from the ’70s saw the last section of its upper deck pulled down.
On Aug. 21, 1983, I saw my first baseball game. It was Angels-Yankees, and we sat in the upper deck. I remember wanting to keep going higher; at that age (I was a few weeks from turning 7), you don’t get many bird’s-eye views. These days, I do prefer the closer angles, as much for taking pictures as anything else, but I go to enough games that I like to mix it up.
Wonder what will turn out to be the last piece to fall.