I was taken by my season- ticket holding uncle to the OB a bunch of times B4 even it became Perfectville. (and for that matter, a bunch of times to The Grand Concourse to see the Giants by his brother, my YA Tittle-idolizing dad, who was in the production end of "the business" and got press type seats from his high profile friends). As a kid, it was more exciting looking up the mountain in hopeful anticipation than as a cynical adult skeptically thinking the only rays of sunshine to be seen are looking back over my shoulders.