In sports, everyone is a winner—some people just win better than others. Like the folks who get a perverse thrill from watching that pompous old Bronx ornament get gutted and torn apart, piece by self-important piece.
OK, I enjoy history as much as the next guy, and I'm firmly of the belief that the Yankees left a perfectly viable ballpark — sorry, stadium — for the sole purpose of taking up residence in a spacious cash register (screwing its neighborhood in the process), and that furthermore the team spent its last decade there draping the place with all manner of grandiose historical froufrou in part to distract you from the fact that the joint was just 30 years old. But, I'm sorry, that photo up there? Fucking awesome.