Most goodbyes are hard.
There's either nothing left to talk about or too many words get in the way. And I've never said so long to a ballyard before. I lost old Comiskey Park in Chicago, but the relationship wasn't as long or as personal as my lifelong fling with Milwaukee County Stadium. So instead of the usual essay, I spilled a few random thoughts on the last afternoon at the stadium. With a packed house and the faintest breath of an autumn breeze, it sure felt like a playoff atmosphere.