And there used to be a ballpark Where the field was warm and green. Where grown men played a little boy's game With a joy I'd never seen. And the air was such a wonder From the hot-dogs and the beer. Yes, there used to be a ballpark right here. And there used to be rock candy, And a great big 4th of July With the fireworks exploding All across the summer sky. And the people watched in wonder - How they'd laugh and how they'd cheer! And there used to be a ballpark right here. This was roughly the view we had from our seats in section 318, only about five rows back and a little closer to home plate. We had those seats for more than twenty five years. It's a bit of a shock to think that I will never again see that big concrete donut on my city's skyline, miss half an inning searching for a bathroom that's not closed or and will never see those hideous orange seats again (although, in truth, those went out in '95). Now it seems that when I talk about the years of my youth spent at Veteran's Stadium, young kids will look at me with that same blank expression I used to have when old men would tell me about Connie Mack Stadium or the Baker Bowl. Hard to believe, Harry.