As I’ve said endlessly here, I’ve always been a long distance fan, growing up in northern New Jersey, but, as it happened, my very first live baseball game was at the old Met: My uncle lived in Minneapolis, so when we went on a family visit (my first plane trip, and, in those days you wore your best clothes for air travel) in late August of 1969, we begged for a chance to see the Twins. We were playing the Yankees, of all teams. Dave Boswell was working on a shutout, but he was hit in the head with a pitch. My favorite player, Tony-O, hit a homerun, and if that wasn’t sweet enough, he hit another for good measure. I have a blurry photo of the Twins-O-Gram giving the distance. I ended up with Ted Uhlaender’s and Jerry Crider’s autographs. We won, 6-0: Little did I know how rare those victories over the Yankees would become. I’ve witnessed many, many losses at Yankee Stadium since then. Twenty years later, I visited again and went to the Metrodome but have yet to see Target Field.