MIAMI —
I fell in love with baseball as a kid growing up in Arvada.
My love of baseball had nothing to do with sabermetrics, $120 million contracts, agents or cynical 140-character rants on Twitter (something to which I plead guilty).
My dad, longtime Denver journalist Dusty Saunders, invented a simple baseball game in miniature that we played in our backyard. My dad initiated the action and played first base and catcher. He also "broadcast" the game, doing his best to sound like legendary St. Louis Cardinals announcer Jack Buck.
This is how it worked.