I remember my dad listening to games on the radio, and I would listen along. Sometimes it played while we ate dinner. Sometimes it played while my dad did yard work. Sometimes it played while my dad took a nap. In the beginning I had no idea what was going on, I was too young. But I knew my dad loved it, so I did too. Some of my earliest memories are of sitting with my dad and watching the game on TV. In those days there was only one game a week on TV and it was on Saturday afternoon. It was especially exciting if the Indians were playing. That was my dad's team. Those were the afternoons when I first learned what baseball was all about. My dad explained the game and answered questions and created a lover of baseball.
As I got older I continued to love the game and wanted to know everything about it. I would read the sports page and devour the box scores. By the time I was in sixth grade I was a baseball aficionado. I changed my team to the Reds because John Fertman (yes that was his name, and despite it, I still had a crush on him) liked the Reds. And then I fell in love with Johnny Bench. I was all about catchers after that. I became infatuated with my best friends brother, mostly because he was a catcher on our high school baseball team. He became interested in me through our mutual love of baseball and Johnny Bench. I eventually married him and now we love the Diamondbacks and Kirk Gibson.
I love everything about baseball. The fact that there's no time limit and you play until there's a winner...I LOVE that. The back and forth strategy of opposing managers, the death stare of a pitcher, that there are as many ways to hit a baseball as there are hitters, the quirkiness of a closer. I love it all. So, yes, I am excited for the season to start, and I only have one more thing to say....
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