My story is similar to the original post in this thread over a year ago.
It was a long, fun-filled opening day at Coors Field; pre-game activities, eating whatever we wanted, thousands of balloons, USAF jet flyover, a good game (although I don't recall the outcome; sometimers disease is catching me) - you get the picture. Totally immersed in baseball with all the trimmings that accompany opening day. I made a pledge to my 5 yo son to attend an opening day game every year, from the days when I had to carry him through the crowd to whenever he may need to push me in a wheelchair. We were walking back to the car through downtown Denver, hand-in-hand, and he looked up at me with a big smile and asked if we could go to opening day again next week. Just the thought of that moment and the look of sincerity on his face will always be one of my happiest moments.