I think I went to my first game a couple years later. My Grandpa’s company had excellent first base line box seats, maybe ten rows up.
I see I mixed my recollections, ‘67 was the year of the riots, ‘68 was the pennant race and Series wins. We didn’t make it either year, the anger following the riots in ‘67 and Dr. King’s murder in ‘68 made it too risky.
It was a strange era that’s for sure, my parents could go to the Ann Arbor area to hear Motown bands in mixed race clubs but day trips to shop at Hudson’s Dept. store became too hazardous to consider after a certain point, stories of rocks through the windshield at traffic lights, etc.
Sounds like Grand dad had a great deal!