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Yesterday we covered the first 12 years of my baseball fan life and some of my earliest memories. The strike in 1994 put a dent in what could have been one of my all-time favorite seasons, but that’s okay because today we start off with, you guessed it, one of my all-time favorite seasons.

1995: This is the season when it all went off. For starters, I’m pretty sure this is the year that my aunt, uncle and their friend Flippy took my cousins and I to an early season Cubs game. It was absolutely freezing and the Cubs were probably losing. We sat in the bleachers and who knows what I said (my guess? Calm down), but some drunk adult wanted to fight me. Me, a 13-year old. Flippy ended up pushing the guy away from me and getting thrown out of the game, much to the chagrin of everyone else in the crowd. (more…)