I don't remember the date, nor am I for certain this was my 1st game (but there's a good chance, I was maybe 7 years old?). They were playing the Mariners during Griffey's first few years in the big leagues (my sister was a big fan) and we were in the upper deck outfield. I told my pops I didn't feel well...He said, "Ok, but we gotta see Griffey bat. He's due up soon." After awhile I couldn't wait any longer, and he had to rush me to the bathroom. As he was carrying me down the aisle, I projectile vomited into the stands. I nailed some freckle-faced kid...he didn't seem too happy. That was my 1st Twins game (maybe). Thank you.