Where have you gone, Yankee Stadium?

The first time I went to a Yankee game was 1980 Cap Day with my father and uncle. I was five-and-a-half years old and couldn't follow the game without Phil Rizzuto calling plays. The next time was in 1996, before the team's improbable World Series win over the Braves. Since then I've gone to three or four games with friends from Hofstra's literary magazine who happily are also Yankee fans. More than the scores or anything that happened in the games, I remember the good company and childlike excitement. With higher ticket prices at the new stadium, I don't know if I'll ever get back, but that's what memories are for.