NTKG, Reporting

NEW YORK — The old ballpark sits across 161st Street from the new one, shrouded in funereal black mesh and towering metal scaffolding, awaiting any day now its death by wrecking ball. A gap in its outer shell provides a voyeur’s gaze into its sad, gray innards, picked clean of anything salable. Just this week the giant blue letters that once spelled Y-A-N-K-E-E S-T-A-D-I-U-M across its famous facade were hauled away in trucks. Progress moves forward. Only memories remain, but what memories.

the most contrived opening paragraph in american journalism?

i think so.