My story goes like this... My first MLB gameattended was a Cubs game in 1978 against the Pirates. There was maybe 15,000 in the stands but an 8 yr old, I had a blast! I felt an attraction to the team, Dave Kingman hit a monsterous home run that day.. I also remember my grandfather sitting in front of the TV on Sundays with an Old Style in hand listening to Brickhouse's "HEY HEY" call.. But something just wasn't there to really draw me to this team. I used to watch the Saturday morning shows on Channel 44 and afterwards the White Sox would come on. Boy they had peculiar uniforms with the collared shirts and horizontal striped socks. I liked the fireworks that shot from the pinwheels out over center field when a HR was hit (hey, I was 10 at the time). And this announcer with huge glasses singing "take me out to the ballgame". GASP, I was a Sox fan (shudders). What really drew me in to that team was Harold Baines. After the 1983 season when the Sox lost to Baltimore in the playoffs, something changed... I was riding high that year, they had a powerful lineup and dominating pitching and then to see them choke at the end was disheartening, pluse I couldnt stand listening to "the Hawk" calling games. Then 1984 came and I started watching Cub games with my best friend (hey, there was Harry singing the 7th inning stretch again!) I think I watched every game that year, I was a freshman in HS and my math teacher even had the playoff games playing on a TV in class. There was so much buzz floating around that season, and that was the magic that drew me back to this team. Unfortunately, they choked too at the end, but I've stuck with 'em ever since!! So, yes there was a period (1980-83) that I succumbed to the dark side (no pun intended). I still have the program from that game in '78!