Built by Dodger owner Charlie Ebbets, fans entered through one of twelve turnstiles to find themselves standing in a grand marble rotunda and would look up only to see a chandelier with twleve baseball bat "arms" holding twelve baseball lamps. After finding their seats fans could follow the official scorer's decision by turning to look at the Schaefer Beer sign in right centerfield where the "h" lit up for a hit and the "e" lit up for an error.
Ebbets was the field that not only hosted the 1949 All-Star Game and nine Fall Classics, but was also the very field that Jackie Robinson first stepped upon as the first African American Major League Baseball player. Sadly for fans, on September 24, 1957 the Brooklyn Dodgers played their final game at Ebbets Field defeating the Pirates.
"The Fall of Ebbets"
Ebbets Field was a special place
From the excitement of the pennant race
To the agony of losing to the Yankees
But all of Brooklyn cried on their hankies
When the home they called heaven
Was lost in 1957
Before they left, it was all going well
The Dodgers were doing kind of swell
In the fall of '55
The whole city was alive
None had a clue that the home they called heaven
Would be lost in 1957
That year they finally got over that hump
They finally broke out of the slump
They won a championship for the very first time
They all celebrated from sunrise to bedtime
They finally beat the Yankees in a best-of-seven
Two years before 1957
The very next fall, Gil, Campy, and the Duke
Proved that the past year was no fluke
They tasted very little of defeat
They were thinking of repeat
It came down to another game seven
In the place they called heaven
They lost and heaven began to crumble
To third place the Dodgers stumble
Then, broke the sad, sad story
That Ebbets would no longer see glory
Everyone knew that the home they called heaven
Would eventually be lost in 1957
One final game at Ebbets Field
Even then the Dodgers refused to yield
And with that final victory
Brooklyn baseball was history
Every Brooklynite filled heaven
All knowing it would be gone after 1957
Now, it's time to say good-bye
No Brooklynite had a dry eye
The Dodgers had just left town
Leaving Brooklyn with a frown
Brooklyn knew that the home they called heaven
Would soon be no more after 1957
Time for heaven to fall
Look out here comes the wrecking ball
With mighty blows from a steel bubble
Ebbets Field became rubble
No more was the home they called heaven
To the ground it went after 1957.
Written By: Ridzky A. Riyadi
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