Mine was in 1962. We lived in CT, aka the 125 miles between the MA and NY. We got both the Yankees and Red Sox on tv. Growing up in the Boston area my father was a Sox fan. I was headed for the dark side since the Yankees were dominant and the Sox sucked.
My first game was seeing the Yankees play at Fenway Park. We were about twenty rows behind first. I had my eyes on Mickey Mantle in center almost the entire game. A couple of months later we moved to ME and then MA. With Yaz and Scott and what we’ve (Sox, ‘67) got I was saved from the dark side.
My daughter’s first game wasn’t quite so classic. It was our town’s night at the Vet with the Phillies playing the Marlins. It was a last second thing. When she found out a lot of her softball friends were going I scrambled for tickets. The town’s block of tickets were in left field.
My son’s first game was the Orioles at Fenway Park. He badgered me to go as we were walking around Boston. We were supposed to leave to head back to Philadelphia. I told him I’m not paying $100 for two scalped tickets at the top of the bleachers. Someone heard me. They said 500-1,000 bleacher seats go on sale 90 minutes before the game. We were first in line. I asked for their two best tickets figuring get as low as possible in the bleachers. The ticket guy asked for $180 dollars. (for freak’n bleacher seats?) They were returned Orioles family/friends tickets. We sat six rows behind the backstop. When we walked up the runway my son’s eyes lit up like Christmas. He thought the field was the brightest green he had ever seen.