I attended the Yankees game last night against the Nationals and was able to sit in the bleachers. While the new stadium isn't as loud as the old stadium was, the difference between baseball in New York and baseball in Cincinnati is astounding. Even when the Reds are good, it's a different ball game. It's like attending an OSU football game when you're at a Yankees game, and I love it.
I wish the passion and the excitement was such in Cincinnati. It was a mid-June game against the Nationals, but the place was alive. Say what you will about the city, and its fans, but they treat every win as if its the last win they'll ever see, and I love that.
The Stadium is gorgeous. It's not a baseball stadium, it's a palace. The food is expensive ($12 bucks for a ham and cheese sandwich) and the lines in Monument Park are unbearable, but its all worth it. I strongly suggest finding a way to get there if you can. Not just to New York... but to Boston, or Chicago, or Chavez Ravine if you're out that way... these places bleed baseball history, and it makes for a magical night.
Looking out through the concourse of the new stadium into the old one gave me goosebumps. The stadium is gutted now, and construction workers are climbing all over it. But the sense of history you get just being in that spot is enough to send chills down your spine.
I love my Reds. Always will. But I think it's sad that the atmosphere will never be at a Reds game what it is at some of these other places. I understand why many big free agents go to New York and other major cities. Partly money? Yes. But also, the passion and the energy from the fan base is contagious. I can't blame them for heading that way. I would as well.