Growing up, it was always a treat to go to Yankee Stadium. I grew up in Rockland County, New York as a child, about 45 minutes away. When I was 12-years-old, we moved further up north to Orange County. Despite the distance, our family would make a trip every now and then to the Bronx. It wasn’t an annual tradition, but it felt like we were there enough to know our way around the stadium, and just the right amount to make it feel special.
I was lucky to have a father who would allow us to skip school to go to Opening Day, to go to the occasional weeknight game, and to get the best seats a family of five could afford.