by Sid Yiddish
My hair grows gray upon hearing the news that they’ll soon be closing Shea.
Not that it seems fair, but the graying of my hair comes on the heels, that
The House That Ruth Built is giving way to a brand new stadium, just because team owners weren’t happy enough with what they had before.
Out with the old, in with the new.
The cost tremendous, but guess who pays it?
Why it’s me & you!
Yes, it’s us, the ordinary fans, we always get stuck with the bill, but as they say in New York, time marches on.
Still, I’ll bet you 10 to 1, that’s not what Moose or Seaver would have said.
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