I'm on my way to New York today to meet up with the Major League team. As the years have passed, I've traveled less and less with the Major League team, and now most of my travel is for the draft or to our minor league affiliates. This trip, however, is a must.
Since this is the final year of Yankee Stadium, our owner, John Moores, decided to take the entire Padres staff to New York to experience the city and the stadium. Though I've been to Yankee Stadium many times with both the Indians and the A's, including a bunch of raucous playoff games, I haven't been there in a number of years, so I'm glad to get the chance to go again.
What makes this trip even more special, though, is that I'm taking my oldest son, who is 4.
I debated whether or not I should take him, as I'm sure the City will be overwhelming. However, the clincher for me was that I know when he's fifty it'll mean something to him to be able to say that his dad took him to the OLD Yankee Stadium, the House that Ruth Built, where he saw ARod and Jeter and Trevor Hoffman (his favorite player). Cue Ray Kinsella.
I don't know how much he'll remember of the Statue of Liberty, Central Park, the Broadway Show, Grand Central Station (I haven't told him we're doing all of these things yet), or the Stadium, but I'll remember every minute of it.