My son's FIRST major league ball game happened when he was eleven years old. I had taken my oldest son to see a NY Giants game a few weeks earlier, and wanted to do something special for my younger son. So we drove three hours to Shea Stadium. Without any tickets. We figured we could get a good deal at the last minute. So we park the car, and head towards the ticket booth, when we were approached by a scalper. Surprising, huh. Anyway, we got two tickets eight rows behind homeplate for less than the face value of the tickets. Not only were they great seats, but we had a waitor we could order food from. So we didn't have to miss any of the game waiting in line. I don't remmber who won the game on the field, but my son and I definetly won.