When I was gro wing up, getting to go and see professional sports was always a highlight. If I knew I was going to see my Maple Leafs,
or Blue Jays I wouldn't stop thinking about it. I looked forward to it with the same nervous anticipation as Christmas Day. Argos
When I got to the
or Exhibition Stadium I was giddy with excitement. My eyes were wide open to see
everything. Whichever adult was with me
probably wondered why I wasn't walking in a straight line and bumping into
everything. There was so much to see, so
much too experience. Maple
I have such fond memories of the games, the excitement, the crowds, the energy, the snacks. I remember that at
the cokes came with a cellophane cover instead of a plastic lid. I remember the
idea of "family size cokes", popcorn boxes and hotdogs. Maple
I remember most of the games I have been to. I remember my first Leaf game, my first Argo game, and I remember that first Blue Jay game. I even remember my first Marlie game (and the parade of flattened popcorn boxes that made their way down from the grey seats).
I started collecting Maple Leaf memorabilia that first game I went to. I still have the team photo and the puck from that game. I can't imagine every parting with them. As you can see from the ticket stubs above, I don't part with much.
These days, though I have been to more than my fair share of games, I still sometimes catch that same sense of wonder that I had. When I go alone, I try to drink in the atmosphere as much as possible. I check the souvenir stands, I listen to the scalpers and the vendors barking at people and I wonder what kind of snacks they have.
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I hope it is no different today. I hope kids don't take these great days for granted. I guess, for their parents, these moments must be magical.
I don't keep many of the ticket stubs these days. I am not sure why, but I guess there is something different about seeing a game as an adult and as a child. Things are different, but I would still go to a game at the drop of a hat.
I would love to hear about any of my reader's first pro sports experience.