I was 11. As my household was chock full of Jews, we had nothing to do on Easter Sunday, so my dad asked us if we wanted to go to the game (YES, OF COURSE, DUMB QUESTION). We were down the right field line. Before the ninth inning, thinking we were going to lose, I asked my dad if we could go home. He said AND I QUOTE, "If we leave and the Brewers win, I am going to lock you in the bathroom the rest of the day." We stayed, the rest is history and someone accidentally threw beer on us in his excitement. Nobody cared.