A Different Field of Dreams
I've been to Arthur Bryant's hundreds of times. Yet until yesterday I'd never stopped four blocks north of the restaurant to see the site of Kansas City's Municipal Stadium. It's possible that I attended a Chiefs or Royals game at the stadium, but I would have been too young to retain any memory of it. A smattering of houses now occupy the site. How cool would it be to live in the midst of those ghosts?
posted by Happy In Bag @ 8:38 AM
3 Comments:
At 10:18 AM,
bgo said…
Though gone in its physical sense Municipal Staduim is part of the eternal Kansas City. It lives inside me till I die. Nothing but fond memories of it and saddened that this town just didn't get it and built that sports complex outside our urban core.
And we never did get the sliding roofs we were promised.
KCMO is full of gullible fools.
At 1:20 PM,
the unthinking lemming said…
Ah, my friend, you make me feel old and I think we are not that far in age from each other. I have distinct memories of old Municipal Stadium. Parking in some neighborhood yard. The cold bleacher seating in the winter and the sizzle in the summer. Len Dawson, Buck Buchanan, Ed Podolak, Otis Taylor with Hank Stram pacing the sideline. Amos Otis, Cookie Rojas and Freddie Patek. Those were the days.
At 4:00 PM,
Rick in PV said…
I saw "Blue Moon" Odom pitch there! And took home a Kelly green bat from A's bat day ... And banged on the corrugated metal sides from the top row when Johnny Robinson intercepted a pass ... I remember we went to eat at Bryant's once before a game, and my parents warned me: Don't stare or act a fool, because everyone in there is likely to be black. And the first person to wait on us was white!
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