Wow! That just takes me back. Thanks Wheelhouse. My first game was the same experience, while at the same time the opposite, if that makes any sense. My grandpa took me to my first game and it was at Crosley Field around this time...May or June of 1965. I just remember it being like Christmas, My Birthday, and Coney Island all rolled into one. I remember the first glimpse of the green, green field and the ultra-blue sky...it took my breath away...and Grandpa just grinned from ear to ear watching my reaction. We sat down the first base line towards right field and I'll never forget watching Frank Robinson long tossing with Vada Pinson (I think) and thinking they were throwing the ball a mile. I just couldn't get over how far apart they were and just lazily tossing the ball back and forth. I don't remember much of the game, I'm sure I asked a million questions and probably annoyed my grandpa and this was waay before he ever attempted to teach me how to keep a scorecard, but I do remember Sammy Ellis was pitching and the Reds won. Now I've relived that moment twice with my own kids at Riverfront Stadium and Camden Yards and I know exactly why Grandpa was grinning...that first glimpse of the field is just pure magic and the first game is a complete joy no matter who wins. Thanks for bringing it back again Wheelhouse.