Not his first baseball game, but the first time he's been old enough to wear his own glove and generally be in awe of everything. The Orem Owls have a fantastic little ballpark complete with a grassy hill beyond the outfield on which to run your father up and down until he begs for mercy. Also a giant owl mascot with a baseball for a head is enough to make you take the experience very seriously.
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