“I liked it best when we came into the place from up
top, rather than through the gates down at the foot of the lower-right-field
stand. You reached the upper-deck turnstiles by walking down a steep, short
ramp from the Speedway, the broad avenue that swept down from Coogan’s Bluff
and along the Harlem River, and once you got inside, the long field within the
horseshoe of decked stands seemed to stretch away forever below you, toward the
bleachers and the clubhouse pavilion in center….Everything about the Polo
Grounds was special, right down to the looped iron chains that separated each
sector of box seats from its neighbor and could burn your bare arm on a summer
afternoon if you weren’t careful. Far along each outfield wall, a sloping
mini-roof projected outward, imparting a thin wedge of shadow for the bullpen
crews sitting there: they looked like cows sheltering beside a pasture shed in
August.”—Roger Angell, Let Me Finish (2007)
(Photo shows
the Polo Grounds on opening day, 1923, with newly built Yankee Stadium in the
background; image from Library of Congress Prints and Photographs Division)
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