I was three years old in 1993. My earliest memories of Chicago Cubs baseball are from the nights where my grandfather would forcefully sit me down on his lap to watch the game while my sister and cousin would play around their house. At the time, I thought it very unfair, but it also stemmed from my love for baseball at an early age.
My memories are watching Ryne Sandberg and Mark Grace. They were the two guys my family seemed to cling to and with good reason. The 1993 season for the Cubs was pretty average.