I had wondered what it must have been like to have to "deal" with the frieze at the original YS, in terms of getting photos from the very last row. Based on my few experiences at the new place in '09, I didn't like it - from behind home plate it got in the way of my view of the South Bronx skyline, and I had to move down to the next-to-last row for a clean view (no big deal to most, but it mattered to me). Also, there are places where the bottom tip can block a bit of the scoreboard or videoboard - again, "so what?" to most, but important to me.
I wonder what itís like after death. Probíly itís like it is bífore birth. Is it nothing? Non-existence? Thatís not hard tíunderstand, but itís hard for people tíaccept. Itís hard for them to imagine not existing because all of their memories are of their existence, not non-existence. Aní people ainít too crazy about the idea of themselves not existing. - Harvey Pekar, ďShort Weekend: A Story About the Cosmic and the Ordinary,Ē American Splendor #3, 1978.