I was just reading mr g's post about baseball and it brought back memories of going to games with my dad back in the 1980s. As I mentioned in the Atlanta post we lived in Marietta from 1983 to 1987. When I was 16 (1984) I went to my first baseball game with my then boyfriend and his family. They had moved there from San Francisco and were big Giants fans, so we went to a Braves-Giants game. I don't recall who won that night. Anyway, it got me interested in the Braves so I persuaded my parents to get tickets for a game later that summer.
That was the beginning of a family tradition of Atlanta baseball even though the Braves sucked back then. We went to games as often as we could. During the summer of 1985 I had a job and would buy tickets for me and my dad to go on his day off. As teenage girls are prone to do, I fell in love with one of the pitchers, Zane Smith:
There was just something about him that excited my little teenaged self, so I would try to get tickets whenever he was pitching. The next summer, 1986, I embarrassed myself in the biggest way. We had tickets to a Sunday afternoon game, so in my smitten, brazen, hormone-soaked mind I decided to make a big "I 'heart' (I painted a big red heart) Zane" banner. People took banners to games all the time so I figured I would too. The people with banners usually got put up on the huge TV screen in the stadium. My parents didn't know about it. They knew I was up to something, but I wanted it to be a surprise. I put on the skimpiest little outfit I had, dolled myself up (which I really could do back then), and packed my little tote bag with my banner. I wish I could remember the exact date that day. I might have it in a memory book somewhere. Maybe I'll look for it later.
Since it was a Sunday game it was fairly crowded. It took me a while to get up the guts to get my banner out. I don't remember which inning it was, but I finally just jumped up and held my banner to my parents' astonishment. They pointed at the big TV thing and said, "It's upside down!" Talk about embarrassed. Shit! My big moment and I ruined it by being in such a rush that I didn't make sure I had it rightside up. But it was seen. And by lots and lots of people (and on broadcast TV too!). I don't know if Zane Smith saw it or me, but I after I got over my embarrassment I was kind of proud of myself for being so bold. Of course, nothing came of it other than a good family joke about it being upside down.
So that's my baseball groupie story. By the way, we were also at the game where Bob Horner hit 4 home runs on July 6, 1986. I don't think that was the 'banner day' though. And after I went away to college and my parents moved back to TN the Braves got good and went to the World Series a few times. Go figure.