I've been to 16 current and former MLB parks, and the thing I remember most is the stories that came out of those games. In the summer of 1996, Sean, my dad and I went on a road trip up the East Coast, and at every stop the three of us would get ice cream in these miniature batting helmets. Without fail, every time Sean's ice cream would melt into liquid immediately, while the other two would last for a while. It's something the three of us still laugh about to this day.
There also has been some luck involved. On an October day in 1999, I came home from school and my mother informed me that my dad was on his way to pick Sean and I up so we could see Game 1 of the World Series in Atlanta between the Yankees and the Braves at Turner Field. Imagine that — I was all of 13 years old and I was going to a World Series game, and the Yankees won the game 4-1. The following summer, we happened to be visiting family in Atlanta and my father got tickets to the All-Star Game, and of course, Jeter won MVP honors for the game.
As you get older and you speak to your friends and other acquaintances you start to realize how rare it is to be able to see so many games in so many different locations. For my 21st birthday in 2007 my dad took me to a Yankees-Royals game in the Bronx — it turned out to be the final game I would see at the old, remodeled Yankee Stadium. Due to a 10-game home run drought I was able to see Alex Rodriguez hit his historic 500th home run. I look back differently at his accomplishment now, but it was a great moment, nonetheless.