I am sure most have you have seen this already, but for those who haven't I think it's worth a read. In this week's SI, Tom Verducci gives a sentimental goodbye to the Stadium, in a first person account- as if the Stadium itself had written it.

I don't like to blow smoke, but my death is unlike any loss seen before in America. I am tangible Americana, like Independence Hall, the Alamo or Graceland. I have been about more than baseball. The first papal mass ever celebrated in the Western Hemisphere? That was me. The first overtime game in NFL history? Me. The birthplace of the "DEE-fense! DEE-fense!" chant? Of the Bronx cheer? Of the triple-decker ballpark in this country? The electronic scoreboard, the replay video board, the "Win one for the Gipper" aphorism, what it means to get Wally Pipped, the standing applause on two-strike counts, the running leap onto home plate to punctuate a walk-off homer? Me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me and me.

A little sappy, some may say, but I read this article yesterday on the day of my last trip to Yankee Stadium- and it certainly hit the right buttons for me. I am looking forward to the new Stadium, but will miss the old one too on many levels.

Side note: My brother in law, Carl- who had tickets to last night's game but wound up not being able to make it- found it fitting that when he brought his son to his very first game at the Stadium this year, it would wind up being Carl's last.

Here's to new memories, and to 26 more at the new Stadium!