Everyone else is reminiscing about Yankee Stadium ... I might as well add my two cents.
I attended a game there on July 18, 1982, and thanks to Retrosheet, I can relive the game while considering my actual memories. The one story I always tell about that game is about the moment when I looked at Robin and she was reading a book. I realized then that if the House That Ruth Built wasn't going to excite her, she probably didn't care much for baseball. And, with rare exception, I haven't made her go with me since.
I also remember taking the subway to the game, and marveling at the fact that there was an actual subway station named "Yankee Stadium," and when you emerged from underground, the ballpark was right there. I'd never experienced anything like it (Candlestick was far away from BART, the Coliseum has a BART station but requires a long walk across train tracks and parking lots to get to the park, and while I had yet to experience the China Basin extravaganza, it's a 30-minute walk from BART as well). I also remember that no one left the game early, but as soon as the final out occurred, everyone got up in unison and walked together back to the subway ... clearly, they didn't want to walk around the South Bronx alone.
We sat out in left field on the first deck, in the shade. Beforehand, I thought the seats would suck, not just because of the distance from home plate (which did indeed suck) but also because I thought we'd freeze to death in the shade. You see, I was raised on Candlestick Park. In fact, the shade seats were the most desirable, this being a day game with a game-time temperature of 93 degrees. (In fact, one of my clearest memories of that trip to New York, which was our first, was that it was so hot and humid that I would take three showers a day.)
On to the game. The visiting team was the Oakland Athletics, so I got to root for the "wrong" team, which wasn't exactly the right move at Yankee Stadium. Luckily for me, the Yankee fans mostly complained about Red Sox fans (even though the Red Sox weren't even in town), so I got out without too much abuse. The A's and Yanks had met in the playoffs the year before, but in '82 they were going through tougher times ... New York was playing .500 ball for the season while Oakland was an awful 38-53. Billy Martin was managing the A's at the time ... the Yankees burned through three different skippers in '82, and of course Martin, who had managed the Yanks before moving to Oakland, returned as Yankee manager in 1983. I saw one Hall-of-Famer (Dave Winfield) and one future Hall-of-Famer (Rickey Henderson, then with Oakland). Ron Guidry started for New York, Brian Kingman for the A's.
In the bottom of the 2nd, the Yankees took the lead. With one out and a man on first, Graig Nettles doubled and Roy Smalley singled to put the home team on the board. In the top of the 3rd, with the score now 2-0 Yanks, the A's put two men on with two out for slugging DH Cliff Johnson. Guidry got Johnson to ground out to Willie Randolph at second, ending the rally. In the bottom of the inning, Winfield tripled home Jerry Mumphrey to make it 3-0, in the bottom of the 4th Rick Cerone homered for 4-0, and New York coasted to a 7-3 win. That last out, after which everyone scampered to the exits, was a fly ball hit by Davey Lopes to Winfield in left.
Both teams ended the season with losing records. The highlight of the year for the teams was Rickey Henderson, who set the modern single-season record for stolen bases with 130. Rickey didn't steal any bases that day ... in fact, he never reached base. Randolph had the only SB on the afternoon.
Finally, I've posted this before, but it's appropriate to repost it here. This is a picture of me with the people who hosted our visit to New York in that summer of 1982. I'm pretty sure I dressed differently for the baseball game: