I was 12 at my first game. What I remember most was the atmosphere. The warm sun on the northside bleachers, the smell of the hotdogs, the excitement of the crowd, the oskee wee wee. I remember seeing the field for the first time in person. I was in awe; couldn't believe I was actually there. Watching the teams warm up was one of the things I used to love; getting there early and watching the warm-ups was part of the experience for me. Oh, and I can't forget the old tiger in the endzone. It was just all the things that you can't get from t.v. that I remember, win or lose.
Unfortunately, I don't see this much anymore because I live a long way from Hamilton now. I wonder if Bob would move the team to Ottawa? :lol: Kidding! Don't hang me just yet.