At the last Shea Stadium game of 2007, I spent some time around the 7–train subway ramp. I knew it would be the last time I would make this walk, a trip I did countless times with friends, parents, grandparents and siblings.
As a kid, my parents would let me take the train to Shea on “senior citizen” day and meet my grandfather at the token booth. I remember at one of those games asking my grandfather what kind of funny-smelling cigarettes the guys in front of us were smoking. Apparently, grandpa didn’t know what pot was either. Ah memories.
Anyway, here’s a little slideshow tribute to the Shea subway ramp. The ramp is gone but never forgotten.