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Splendid Splinter

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Do not want to age anyone; however, I am just interested to hear your thoughts.

What is your first memory of a sporting event that really blew you away, or caught your eye and perhaps turned you into a fan of sports.
 
I'm pretty sure it was 1976, my dad and grandpa took me and my brothers to a Dodgers game. I was 5.

I'm pretty sure it was against the Braves and I'm almost sure that Phil Niekro pitched for the Braves.

I kind of remember falling asleep on my dad's lap. That's all I remember up to that point.
 
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I was just a young kid and watched baseball because my dad loved it. Was watching the 1971 World Series and this happened, that's when I fell in love with the sport.

 
First time in Tiger Stadium with my grandfather and father. Summer of 1965. The dark green of the stadium and the smell of the grass, cigars, popcorn, hot dogs, beer. The hard slated wooden seats. The massive scoreboard in center field. The steel girders. The incredible bright whiteness of the home uniforms. Freehan, Cash, Lumpe, McAuliffe, Wert, Demeter, Northrup, Kaline.

Then a couple of months later, sitting in the hot sun at Rice Stadium with Mom and Dad, watching Don Trull and the Houston Oilers take on the Boston Patriots. Some old guy named Blanda was their kicker.
 
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First game I went to was at Connie Mack Stadium, ne Shibe Park. Dodgers vs. Phillies, who wishing to teach a six-year old the ropes early, lost 3-2 in 12. I can't answer this question without dating myself. They were the Brooklyn Dodgers, and my Dad took me because he wanted me to see Jackie Robinson in what he thought would be his last year (he was right).
 
First game I went to was at Connie Mack Stadium, ne Shibe Park. Dodgers vs. Phillies, who wishing to teach a six-year old the ropes early, lost 3-2 in 12. I can't answer this question without dating myself. They were the Brooklyn Dodgers, and my Dad took me because he wanted me to see Jackie Robinson in what he thought would be his last year (he was right).
This is the one stadium I wish I could have visited. The architecture, to me, was stunning. But I was born six years after its final game. The pictures of it prior to demolishing are as heartbreaking to me as old Penn Station.

I collect original broadcasts of games and I have video from games in Brooklyn, the Polo Grounds, Sick’s Stadium, Forbes Field and Crosley - not to mention the ones that have closed since 1990. But nothing apparently exists from Shibe/Connie Mack, apart from radio broadcasts (of which I have a few, so at least I have that).
 
Comiskey Park, summer of 1979, White Sox against the Angels. I was 7.

We had good seats behind the visitors dugout, but from the start of the game, some fan was constantly yelling at Rod Carew. Foul language and four-letter words my dad thought I shouldn't hear. So we moved further down the right field line (this was the White Sox during one of their horrible late-1970s seasons. Changing seats wasn't a problem).

Late in the game, Carew had finally had enough and came into the seats to go after the loudmouth fan. Not sure if he got to him. I mostly remember everyone standing up and getting upset. Thankfully we were no longer sitting near the guy.
 
At my cousin’s house for a family reunion, our parents called us into the house from playing outside to watch Dave Righetti finish off the Red Sox with his no-hitter on the Fourth of July. I was 4, I think, but everyone was so excited and jumping around. Fell in love with the sport right then and there.
 

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