Wearing a red cap with a wishbone C covering my then-blonde hair, I once stood in the backyard of our home in Nashville, Tennessee in 1976 at two years old with a big red whiffle ball bat in hand as my dad, and personal hero, John Dismukes, threw pitches to me. From that day forward I suppose I didn’t have a choice but to be a fan of the game of baseball and a fan of the Cincinnati Reds.
In the early 1980s, seeing baseball on television was rare. In addition to the rare NBC Game of the Week, occasionally a local station in Nashville would air Reds road games.