My son was born on Opening Day 2008, and made his debut at Wrigley on the following Labor Day. It was more of a memory for me than him, but I treasure it.
As a four year old, he made his first bleacher trip in September. He got two balls during BP (thanks Brett Jackson!), and had a blast. The Cubs won a wild one, capped by an Anthony Rizzo grand slam. He jumped in my arms and high-fived everyone in the area after Rizzo's blast. One of my favorite Dad moments ever.
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