Those two games instilled my love of baseball forever. We had such good seats on the third baseline, that their was a point that Leiter caught a ball with his bare hand and we could hear the contact of the ball smacking his hand. We got to see great playing from Mets players Mike Piazza, Tsuyoshi Shinjo, and I got to see Al Leiter's (the Mets' starting pitcher) first career triple. But since we were in the city and it was close to where we lived, we cheered for the Mets. It was funny because neither my dad, my dad's friends, or any of the kids were fans of either team. A friend of my dad's got free tickets to a Met's game, so they went and brought their kids along. My second game was when we lived in New Jersey. The game, the crowd, the energy - it's an experience I think everyone should have at least once in their life. It's one thing to watch baseball on television, but when you're actually there - it's a whole different ballgame (pun intended). the Arizona Diamondbacks on Septemat AT&T Park (the first year the Giants played at AT&T Park). The first was the San Francisco Giants vs. What really got me hooked were the games that my dad took me to. Our friends that weren't as into baseball as we were would sit on the bleachers and keep score for us. So at every game, I'd wear my Giants baseball cap. was the player that got me into baseball, I wanted to play first base for the Giants like J.T. I was introduced to players such as Barry Bonds, J.T. the Pittsburg Pirates on opening day, I became a Giants fan. After watching the San Francisco Giants vs. We'd bring our mitts, baseballs, bats, and we'd wear the hat of our favorite team proudly as if we were actually on the roster. During recess and after school, we'd get as many people as we could for baseball games. We would buy and trade baseball cards, comparing the stats of our favorite players.
My friends and I were obsessed with baseball. Which really meant hitting the ball over the fence and me having to go with my mom or dad to the neighbors to ask for my ball back.
My dad would pitch the ball to me and I would try my hardest to hit out of the park, and sometimes I did. I would tell my parents, my friends, and my teachers that I wanted to be Ken Griffey, Jr.
(who played center field for the Seattle Mariners at the time). And everyday I'd answer with Ken Griffey, Jr. Before each game, he'd always ask me which hitter I was going to be that day. When the weather got warmer (which doesn't take long in California), my dad and I would play ball in the backyard. As a young one (age 5), a yellow Wiffle ® Ball Bat and a plush baseball were among the gifts I received for Christmas that year. My first memories of America's favorite pastime was when I was barely taller than a baseball bat. As this blog gets underway and opening day soon approaches, I figured Bullpen Blast's first post should be about how I fell in love with the game of baseball.
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