When I first went to PNC Park in Pittsburgh, it was the summer between fifth and sixth grade. At that point, I hadn’t been to many parks: I’d been to Great American Ballpark in Cincinnati, as well as Tiger Stadium in Detroit, but I don’t remember the latter.
All seven of us loaded into a blue Ford Windstar and headed north for Pennsylvania. Waiting at the end of the nearly seven hour journey was a three game series against the Texas Rangers. The Pirates took two out of three. Adam LaRoche threw me a ball.
On one of those days, I had the fortune of taking a tour of PNC, which still wasn’t even a decade old.