My earliest Pirates memory is a hazy one. I was probably about five years old, sitting way up high in the cookie cutter stadium that was Three Rivers. I was with my dad and older brother.
I don’t remember anything about the actual game, who the Pirates played, if they won or lost, or what time of the year it even was. All I remember was the sense of wonder. I remember the smells, the noises, and overall atmosphere. Getting to stay up late was also a great perk. I didn’t realize at the time that baseball would end up being a passion in my life, but here we are.