The Chair

 

Isn't it pretty?

     It was only a matter of time. My husband is the luckiest son of a gun when it comes to timing too. The Chair, Our Chair, from old Yankee Stadium arrived just a few hours before the playoffs started this year. My husband was quite excited. His plan had been to watch the playoffs sitting in it of course. Those games we weren't lucky enough to get tickets to that is. And since he told me at the very first Yankee game I attended with him that, "If they lose you can't ever come with me again." I told him before the playoffs began, "If they lose, tomorrow night my butt belongs in that chair." Of course it didn't come to that. 

     I know the chair means a lot more to him, Yankee lore speaking. To me it's more about us. Yes there's a lot of Yankee history involved but there's also a lot of our history involved. That of course means more to me, even if it doesn't to him. I know who I married. When we knew the old stadium was being torn down it was quite depressing. Finding out they were selling the seats, well I knew we had to have one. Sure two would have been more appropriate but with the price, not even close to possible. Though maybe we should have gotten two bleacher benches as our first game was spent out there. As were many others. But of course most games we spent, and our wedding game, we all sat in the upper deck in those pretty bright blue seats.

      As time went by we just didn't have the extra to get that seat. It was depressing to see the old stadium being tore down bit by bit. Each tim

Last section standing is where we sat for our wedding

e I got to a game last year it looked worse and worse. Very sad. I probably wanted to cry as much as my husband though we didn't as we stood there. That was our church, as my husband has called it. Where we spent lots of time together and eventually pledged our lives to each other. Here it was now just a big pile of rubble. I knew time would be running out on the seats so I had decided after vacation this year I was going to sock away as much as I could and get the chair for Rob's bday/xmas present. Then I wound up being forced to resign and I knew the extra cash wouldn't be flowing in quite so well. It was so annoying. Here a piece of our history we could actually have and hold onto and sit in every day, but we just couldn't have it.

     Or so I thought. More proof of my lucky husband, The Chair that now sits in my living room among my husbands Yankee collection was actually bought for a steal in a Steiner Sports auction. You see The Chair is signed by Joe Girardi and David Cone and dated with his perfect game, (yes my husband was lucky enough to attend that game also!)  When my husband told me about the auction and the fact that we could get this signed seat cheaper than a regular priced plain old one, and not pay for shipping, I said to go for it. Why not? You never know. Plus I knew we should have one and my secret plan of securing one for us before they were gone was not going to work out. We deserved to have it. And we were obviously meant to!

     We were both surprised by the very low amount of bids on the chair. We were surprised when we actually won it. Maybe it was just not a well known auction? Bad timing for everyone else? Perfect timing for us! No matter it is something we will always have and cherish. And if our kids don't, when we're gone, at least they'll wind up getting more for it because it's signed. So, lucky for everyone I guess! 



The entrance from our wedding. Funny it didn't look like this then.