drmstream[writing]

In the quiet of am empty cathe­dral, arche­types creep up on you. Yan­kee Sta­dium is that kind of place for a long-time base­ball fan. The imagery is mytho­log­i­cal; a mod­ern pan­theon of ordi­nary men who did un-ordinary things, who are held up in mem­ory as being some­thing more than men. Like Gods, they have their own coun­cil and their own Olym­pus; like Gods they are some­where near, but untouch­able; like Gods they inspire and dis­may, but hold within them the flaws of ordi­nary men.

This isn’t mod­ern reli­gion, where mys­ter­ies are explained with a struc­ture that reflects the desires for orderly social inter­ac­tion and moti­va­tion for con­tribut­ing to the social good. This is a pagan reli­gion. The sta­dium is a mod­ern day Del­phi; Mon­u­ment Val­ley a depic­tion of Mt. Olympus.

Here are two images from a night visit to Yan­kee Sta­dium 12 days before open­ing day.