Yankee Stadium, around 1980, family trip to NYC. I really didn't like baseball back then, so I was kind of like "do we have to go?" All I remember is that Reggie Jackson was my mother's favorite player, and he got tossed after his first at-bat for arguing a call. My dad was fascinated by Dave Winfield's salary, he divided it by 365, and used to refer to money in "Winfield days" (he earned about $6300 per day, was it?), as in, dad's salary was xx Winfield days, our car cost .xx Winfield days.
Second game was the first time I visited my future husband's hometown of Chicago, he wanted to show me everything in just five days. So, we went to a daytime Cubs game . . . for about 3 innings. Ate a hot dog, then headed back to the Loop to watch closing at the Board of Trade. The only other time I was at Wrigley was Tom Glavine's 300th win.