Yankee Stadium.

As I have said before, I am not good at saying goodbye. Tonight when I (along with millions of others) said goodbye to Yankee Stadium the feeling was solemn. I admit I am a much bigger hockey fan then baseball fan. But this building transcends baseball. It means so much more then any other sports-related building. It could be among the top 5 most important buildings in America. There is no way to describe the feeling you get upon entering the stadium. You see the field and everything feels right. There is something perfect about it. There is nothing like watching men act like boys in front of 50,000 plus people. It is innocent. The game itself is as innocent as anything in this world. The people who play it may tarnish it, but baseball is America. We all cherish it. At Yankee Stadium you pay top dollar but it is not like any other sports site. You pay for baseball, but even more than that you pay for the experience. You pay to feel the perfect aura baseball carries with it. You pay for something that is priceless.

"Ray, people will come Ray. They'll come to Iowa for reasons they can't even fathom. They'll turn up your driveway not knowing for sure why they're doing it. They'll arrive at your door as innocent as children, longing for the past. Of course, we won't mind if you look around, you'll say. It's only $20 per person. They'll pass over the money without even thinking about it: for it is money they have and peace they lack. And they'll walk out to the bleachers; sit in shirtsleeves on a perfect afternoon. They'll find they have reserved seats somewhere along one of the baselines, where they sat when they were children and cheered their heroes. And they'll watch the game and it'll be as if they dipped themselves in magic waters. The memories will be so thick they'll have to brush them away from their faces. People will come Ray. The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game: it's a part of our past, Ray. It reminds of us of all that once was good and it could be again. Oh... people will come Ray. People will most definitely come."

-Field of Dreams