I’m going to admit something right now.  Some of you might not like it.  Some of you *DJ* might make fun of me.

I cried the other night as I watched the last game being played at Yankee Stadium.

I wasn’t sobbing, but there was definitely a tear or two running down my cheek.  It was emotional.  That’s the stadium that holds my memories of being a kid and going to baseball games.  That’s the stadium that was home to my favorite baseball player, Bernie Williams, for his entire career.

He hadn’t been back in two years.  I’ll never get to go back.  And that made me sad.

But the new stadium has a Martini Bar, so that makes it a bit easier to handle.

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On another end of an era type note, Zach is so close to walking it’s scary.  He even took a few steps yesterday, between the ottoman & chair at Grandma Pam’s house.  It was impressive, save for the fact that I think it was merely coincidental that he picked his feet up.  Time will tell.

And given the fact that I’m leaving in a few days for a week, there is NO DOUBT in my mind that he’ll start walking while I’m gone.  It’ll be a big “F-You for leaving me Mom!” moment.

I wonder if he’ll learn to give the finger at the same time?

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