I was 8 or 9 the first time my Dad took me to a Chicago White Sox game at Comiskey Park. It was a beautiful summer day, sun blazing in clear blue skies. I remember walking up the tunnel stairs on the right field line, near first base. I saw an expanse of green grass that seemed to stretch out for miles. It was only against the hapless Washington Senators, but it was like watching the World Series to me. Time stood still for about 2 1/2 hours. I never forgot that first sight of a major league stadium, and have been a fan for over 50 years. I know this is a common remembrance for a million kids, but that's what makes baseball so great - I don't remember my first visit to a stadium for basketball or football, but baseball is etched forever.
»Karl Mahler - just a die hard Baseball fan from Chicago
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