The organ playing, the 7th inning stretch, the Cracker Jacks and of course the ball game. Those are my memories of my first game at Yankee Stadium sitting in the hot sun in bleachers In the Bronx on a summer day in the 1960's. I was never really a sports fan but the excitement and camaraderie amongst the fans was a turning point in my life. Through the years, I would look forward to going to baseball games. First with my dad, then my boyfriends, my husband, my kids and this summer I will be taking my grandchildren to their first baseball game. It doesn't matter to me which team is playing as I go for the love of the game.