Most stadiums are just places to put butts.
Like a living organism, it takes time for these inanimate objects to grow into something more meaningful. The majority of Major League ballparks have not yet had this opportunity — 24 of the 30 have been built in my lifetime, and I’m still young enough to have lived my whole life within the frame of MTV’s existence.
Like a good child actor, some still create a convincing atmosphere despite their youth. But a facsimile is not the original, as the new Yankee Stadium has proven. There’s no substitute for soul. And that’s why Wrigley Field’s 100th birthday is a big deal.
It is the ancestral family home for those of us who don’t have an ancestral family home.