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Greg Prince discovered the Mets when he was 6, during the magical summer of 1969. He is a Long Island-based writer, editor and communications consultant. Contact him here.

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A Year Without Shea

On October 28, 1961, eight dignitaries in suits — including Mayor Bob Wagner, master builder Bob Moses and future villain Don Grant — plunged spades into the ground and touched off the beginning of construction on a project tentatively titled Flushing Meadow(s) Stadium. It took 902 days to get from ceremonial shovels to the first official pitch thrown on that site, one fired by Jack Fisher of the New York Mets to Ducky Schofield of the Pittsburgh Pirates. By then, April 17, 1964, the structure in question would be called Shea Stadium…and the pitch from Fisher would be called a strike by home plate umpire Tom Gorman.

On September 28, 2008, Ryan Church would lift a deep fly ball to centerfield in the same place. Deep, but not deep enough. Cameron Maybin caught it and, in essence, ended the life of the stadium. A ballpark can’t be a ballpark unless it’s got some ball in it, and dratted Maybin made off with the last one. Nevertheless, Shea stuck around after the final out, first for another ceremony — one in which Fisher, followed by 42 other former Mets, would bid adieu to the stadium’s last assemblage — and then for the gruesome business of the building’s disassembly.

Breeze Demolition, a subcontractor from Red Hook, dug its hooks into Shea Stadium within hours of Fisher’s fond farewell. It took 143 days to pull apart what required 902 days to put together. For those of us who couldn’t help but monitor its methodical deconstruction, it seemed like it took forever for Shea to come down, yet in actuality, erasing it took less than one-sixth the time it took to create it.

The disappearance of Shea from the New York cityscape, save for the dust and debris that would linger into May, was completed just over a year ago, when on the morning of February 18, 2009, the last immediately discernible sign of its existence vanished from the Queens skyline. Save for four brass bases and an accurately if curiously named pitcher’s plate in a parking lot, it’s now like Shea Stadium was never there.

Shea, of course, lives on anyway. It lives on in our memories, our souls, our imaginations and our Mets fan DNA. It also, thankfully, continues to exist in print, most notably in the pages of several recent and terrific books. One of them — Bottom of the Ninth by Michael Shapiro — tells thoroughly if almost incidentally of Shea’s conception as part of a larger story of baseball’s late ’50s and early ’60s evolution. Two others whose reach is closer to home — Dana Brand’s The Last Days of Shea and Shea Good-Bye by Keith Hernandez and Matthew Silverman — offer loving encomia crafted on the eve of the park’s passing. Each of them is a worthy companion to the way you remember Shea, whether from its beginning, its middle or its end.

I’ve only recently gotten automatically used to the idea that there is no longer a Shea Stadium. No wonder: 2010 is the first calendar year in 50 during which there has been no immediately discernible sign of Shea Stadium. Still, the slow realization that it’s not around and that it’s not coming back goes beyond the longevity of an entity that began to stir in 1961 and ceased to exist in 2009. It goes beyond what Brand’s textured eloquence or Shapiro’s fresh history or Silverman’s expert editing of Hernandez’s occasionally random recollections can capture, too. It’s gets to the simple fact that Shea Stadium was my idea of what a ballpark was. It couldn’t help but be. It was my first ballpark.

It was my first park on TV. It was my first park in person. It was the park that defined what it meant to watch baseball for me. Shea shaded my view of every other park I’d ever visit, particularly the one I now technically call home.

I’ve been lucky enough to have attended Major League Baseball games in 34 different parks, 10 of which, like Shea, have either left the face of the earth or have stopped functioning in the MLB realm. On some level, that means I’ve been to…

• Shea Stadium;
• 9 parks that weren’t Shea Stadium;
• and 24 parks that are not Shea Stadium.

It won’t surprise you a bit that Shea defines my perspective on ballparks. It may surprise you, however, to learn I don’t consider Shea my favorite ballpark. Most beloved and most resonant to me, absolutely. But there are some I hold in what I guess you’d call higher esteem.

Oh, there’s none I hold as dear as Shea, but I’ve got the ability to delineate. I know when I’ve been somewhere that’s…I don’t know if “better” is the word I would use here, but I’ve been to parks that transcended Shea for me — which is no small feat. That’s the litmus test I wound up applying once I began visiting other parks and ranking them. If I really felt that, all things being equal (though all things rarely are), I was having a Shea-plus time at a ballgame elsewhere, I had to be honest with myself. I had to say, y’know what? I have to rank this place ahead of Shea.

Not many ballparks made it over that hurdle. The uninitiated — anybody’s who’s not a Mets fan, probably — would not get that. But I imagine most of you who are Mets fans do.

Over the next several months, I plan to devote Flashback Friday to ballpark talk in a series ambitiously dubbed Take Me Out to 34 Ballparks. Starting Friday, March 5, I will revisit my 34th-favorite ballpark. The week after, we’ll go to my 33rd-favorite ballpark. Then…well, you get the idea. It’s a countdown because I like to count things down, but it’s less about my immensely subjective rankings than a chance for me to explore with you what these places mean to us as baseball fans.

It’s also an attempt on my part to place Citi Field in some kind of context besides it not being what Pedro Martinez memorably called my beloved Shea. With Shea Stadium off the map, I hope to begin to view Citi Field apart from the ghost hovering over its third base shoulder. Figuring out where it stands for me is an unfinished assignment. Take Me Out to 34 Ballparks might provide me with some guidance.

I tend to rank my ballparks as soon as I see them. Most of them I’ve seen only once, and I know I’ll likely never see again. Citi Field is different in that respect. I didn’t rank it right away. In fact, I kept it unranked until I’d finished a full season there, and even now I view its status as provisional. I have a hunch Citi Field will always be a work in progress for me, which is fine. Shea was always going to be the static standard by which I measured every other ballpark. Citi’s place in my head (and maybe, eventually, my heart) can’t help but be more dynamic. My thoughts on it will be more subject to change than the other 33 parks combined.

But it does have a ranking, so it will show up where it shows up —  same for Shea, same for the other 32 where I’ve been fortunate enough to experience big league baseball.

I like some parks more than I like other parks. It’s no secret that I like Shea more than I like Citi. But (again with all things being equal) I’d take being in a ballpark — any ballpark — over being anywhere else just about any day. So I’m pretty excited about going to one every Friday for the next 34 Fridays.

I hope you’ll find it a worthwhile trip.

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14 comments to A Year Without Shea

  • so much I could say about ballparks in my very small sample, but I’ll leave you with this thought, one I live by when I’m in Florida for Spring Training…

    It’s never too early to be at the ballpark.

  • 516 days since Church’s long fly ball…
    373 days since Shea’s last call…
    Until Citi Field hosts a championship team,
    it’ll always be about Shea to me.

    Looking forward to Take Me Out To 34 Ballparks!

  • Ray

    There was a sense of utter bizarreness, driving down the Deegan two weeks ago on the way to a funeral, and seeing Yankee Stadiums (Yankees Stadium? Yankii Stadia?) still shitting side by side, almost 18 months after the final pitch at Riveravenuefront.

    Does the Pope have to come back to deconsecrate the ground? Or, more likely, does Superfund have to formalize a plan to clean up the site?

    • They’ve started taking it down, saw a tweet the other day with a picture of the OF finally coming down. Who knows. These things were supposed to be parks by now, to make up for the ones taken away. But that’s the Yankees for ya..guess the mob they hired to end up cracking the new place couldn’t take down the old one.

      I look forward to your Friday posts. I’m curious though, are you not expecting to get to a new park in the next 34 weeks? Won’t that disrupt the order if it falls, ranked, below what you’re up to? ;-) I intend to get to the new Nationals park this year, don’t know if I’ll hit another.

      • I’ve no plans to see a new one this season (believe me, I’ve considered the ranking disruption factor), which, if nothing suddenly comes up, will break an 18-year streak of seeing at least one new one (new to me, at least) per season. This season, then, seems like a good time to reflect on what I have seen.

        And if I do make it out of town at some point…well, as Murphy might have said, that’s why they put crossout functions on HTML.

    • CharlieH

      Wonder what the Drake thinks of your statement.

  • kowalski69

    For the sake of juxtaposition, didnt a certain former Mets pitcher who now resides in a ring of Mets hell help to break ground at citi field?

    • I don’t think he was at the groundbreaking; current players were limited to Jose and David. He did do those union commercials, explaining Citi Field would be a great place for a no-hitter…and then he gave the cold shoulder to somebody who looked like a non-union electrician.

  • Jackabite

    Hot Stove Live from Port St. Lucie Thursday caught some guy wandering around Duffy’s with a “I’m Calling it Shea” shirt on.
    Shea lives!

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  • Ed Rising

    Greg, Thank you for the heartwarming article about Shea. It’s nice reading your warm sentiments, as there are so many who disparage Shea. It was our ball park, our home and it is sad we can’t go home again. I agree that it will take time for Citifield to grow on me, and one day I hope to call it home – but I doubt I will have the affection for it as I did for Shea. I like your idea of writing a ‘countdown’ of your favorite ballparks, and will look forward to those reminiscenses. Camden Yards would be my pick at the moment of mlb parks.

  • Can’t wait to read these. Makes me consider how I’d rank my list. Probably 9. RFK, 8. Yankee Stadium II, 7. Yankee Stadium III, 6. CitiField, 5. SkyDome, 4. PNC, 3. Camden Yards, 2. Shea, 1. Fenway.

    Man, I gotta start hitting up more parks.

  • ysh

    Funny thing is that Google Maps satellite view still has Shea pre-Citi-Field groundbreaking. So Shea still exists electronically!

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