Many people ask if I was a baseball fan before
becoming a batboy. In fact, my earliest memory of sports was attending a New
York Mets baseball game in Shea stadium. I was somewhere between three and four
years old, about the same age of the Mets when I saw them. Way before the Miracle
Met's of 1969. It didn't matter to me who won or lost.
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I can still remember walking into the stadium,
through the concourse and out into the stands. My eyes grew wide taking in the sheer
size of the stadium and the beautiful green grass contrasting sharply with the
orange clay of the infield. From that moment on, I was in awe of stadiums. You
can read a bit more about that here where I talk about my experiences in theKingdome. I remember sitting at the game with a big orange, metal bar in my
face. You wouldn't find that in stadiums of today! Yep, way back in 1964 during
a sunny afternoon in Queens, NY, this three-year old fell in love with baseball.
