I turned 8 years old in the summer of 1970, and my dad took me to County Stadium to see the Brewers. It seemed that whenever we went to the game, Lew Krausse pitched. They often lost, but I thought it was the coolest thing to see such a huge patch of green, and to eat hotdogs served out of a metal box. In 1971, my mom was pregnant with my youngest sister, and she went to the same OB/GYN as Marty Pattin's wife. They both gave birth at West Allis Memorial Hospital around the same time, and one day, my mom came back from a doctor's appointment with an autographed picture of Marty Pattin. That was really cool. It was tough that the team was so bad during those early years, but it was still great fun to go to a game. Brewers, Bucks or Packers, it was a thrill to see when my dad had game tickets on top of his dresser.