My memory is shaky about a lot of things, but I remember my first Oakland Athletics game.
It was summer 2002, and the A’s were giving away Barry Zito shirseys in honor of his Cy Young Award the year before. My kindergarten year had just ended and at the time, the upper deck seats were still open and cheap, albeit a one-way ticket to sunburn and a meltdown for a five-year-old.
My dad dragged me to the Coliseum and bought me a bucket hat and a pin, both of which I still have tucked away somewhere deep in my storage.