My father took to Wrigley for the first time on August 23, 1969. We stayed for a double header the next day. The Cubs had a healthy lead and appeared headed for their first pennant since 1945. I fell in love with Wrigley and the Cubs that weekend, and even though the Cubs began a losing streak right after we left and blew the pennant, my love never died. Since then, I have attended countless games at Wrigley and took my son to his first game on July 10, 1987.
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Baseball's appeal isn't complicated or confusing. It's about the beauty of the game; it's about heroes and family and friends; it's about being part of something larger than yourself, about tradition---receiving it and passing it; and it's about holding on to a bit of your childhood.
Tom Stanton from The Road to Cooperstown
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