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“Get up. We’re going to the stadium.”

August 13, 1995

Early on a Sunday morning in 1995, my stepdad knocked on my bedroom door and woke me up with a sad tone in his voice.  He simply said, “The Mick died.  Get up. We’re going to the stadium.”  To this day, I can remember that moment as clearly as if it happened this morning.  I wiped the sleep from my eyes, got myself ready to go and off we went to Yankee Stadium to honor the great Mickey Mantle.  I still get choked up when I think of that morning… the way my stepdad’s voice sounded… the specific words he used… and the feeling in my gut that this was an important day that I should recognize.  I did; and it has been a memory that has lasted a lifetime.

That was the last time my stepdad and I saw a game at Yankee Stadium together.

2016

More than 20 years later, after ‘The House That Ruth Built’ was torn down and a new Yankee Stadium erected across the street… I was given the chance to return the favor.  To introduce my stepdad to the New Yankee Stadium.  To create new memories.  So, on a Tuesday in June, I had the chance to say to my stepdad, “Get up. We’re going to the stadium.” 

#THIS… is the story of that day.

 

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PART 6

PART 7

PART 8

PART 9

PART 10

PART 11

PART 12

PART 13

PART 14

PART 15    THE FINALE

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