Over the 26 1⁄2 years I’ve been on this planet, baseball has always been a part of my life. The two biggest reasons for that are the two people who took me to the first games that I remember: My father took me to a Cubs-Cardinals game in 2002, and my grandmother took me to a White Sox-Red Sox game in 2005.
You see, my dad grew up on the West Side, meaning he got a choice of the two Chicago teams, and he went with the Cubs. My grandmother also grew up on the West Side, but she did not get into baseball until she moved to the South Side, which is why she picked the White Sox.