Re: Take yourself back to....................
Several early memories:
I met Gordy Coleman at a Dad's Club event when I was in about the 4th or 5th grade. Got an autographed ball from him.
My Grandma had a parakeet named Purkey. Grandma would go see the Reds in Spring Training because she'd stay with our cousins who lived in Florida every winter.
I went to my first game with some kid up the street. We got in trouble because he was tossing baseball cards over the edge down on the box seats at Crosley. We also would go to games with a priest named Fr. Jim who was related to the Joseph Auto folks so they always gave him boxed seats. Very nice seats - on the first base side, as I recall.
I remember the last game at Crosley against the Giants. My brother then went to the first game at Riverfront. My first visit to there was the All Star game. My mom and dad were going, but dad got a blue seat from someone. My mom gave me and another brother their tickets and said it's probably the last row. It was. I remember being stunned at the beauty of the bright green Astroturf and how futuristic it seemed. Dingey didn't take long after that.
I remember Michael Tucker toss a ball up to me in centerfield after warming up and it glanced off my glove and fell behind the wall. Tucker just shook his head, held up his glove like how'd you do that and laughed. My family was merciless to say the least.