I just thought I’d write to let you know this is it. I can’t fight for you anymore. Even though you came along just when I needed you, I’ve turned away when you needed me so many times before, and this is the last time. You have been there for me, always, but I just don’t know what to do to keep our love alive. Nothing seems to work.
You have been as faithful as anyone could ask, but you’ve seen better days and I’m afraid I’m going to have to let you down and toss you out. You see, I’ve done this before, so I know how it works, and that will make it so much easier this time.
Memories are hard to let go, and I have many good ones of you. I guess I wish others cared as much as I do. We’ve talked a lot about what to do with you for some time, how great you have been, but how overlooked you were. You needed much more love over the years, but inaction and neglect were the best things we could give you. I wish it wasn’t that way.
You sure looked good early on. You were pretty and I thought you’d just go on forever.
Maybe all I can do is to tell you how much I love you, even though there is more that you could have done. I know you want to do more, to be more. I am afraid you are not going to get that chance.
I’m not the only one who loves you, though. I mean, weren’t you made for youngsters and oldsters alike? Isn’t there a lot of good DNA still left in your dirt, and along your walls and in your seats? It’s there. We just don’t care anymore.
You might be like that guitar a country singer sets down at the end of his last performance. His instrument becomes a hole in his heart. Just looking at it will bring back faded memories, since it does no good just sitting there.
No matter. You just won’t survive this. I’m especially sad for your kids who may not have a place to play our pastime. We don’t think about that, do we?
Goodbye Greer. I’ll never forget you.
Special thanks to Davy Cothron the use of his image of Greer Stadium
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