since I loaded new pictures onto flickr. There are a bunch of Matthew hamming it up, and a few I took today during lunch of the Orange Bowl. It's almost gone, and it was bittersweet for me to see it in its current state. The first football game I ever went to was at the OB. Before that, when I was around Brandon's age, I remember all the ruckus on the streets when the Miami Dolphins had a game. My great-grandfather, who lived just a few blocks away, would rent his parking space to spectators.
The OB was old and falling apart, in a not-so-great neighborhood with inadequate parking, but it's part of my childhood. And for a tiny moment, it was part of Brandon's too. Goodbye, OB. You'll soon be gone, but not forgotten.