Buy me some peanuts and crackerjacks
It was 1996. The Cleveland Indians were undeniably my favorite sports team, and Omar Vizquel was my undisputed favorite athlete (he would soon be usurped by Kerri Strug and Dominique Moceanu of the Magnificent Seven, but that wouldn?t happen for at least a few weeks). I was an avid fan, proudly declaring that the Indians would return to the World Series and that this time they would win it.So when my dad told me that after going to visit my grandparents next spring, he had gotten tickets for an Indians game, I was, as you can imagine, ecstatic.