Baseball has always held a special place in my dad’s heart. Growing up in the 1960s and ‘70s on the family farm in the San Luis Valley in southern Colorado, he would eagerly look forward to each Saturday afternoon when he and my grandfather would sit down to watch the game of the week on television. He enjoyed watching the Oakland A’s and the Pittsburgh Pirates and fell in love with the Cincinnati Reds where his favorite player Johnny Bench and the rest of Big Red Machine took prominence in the '70s. For him, it was always an escape from the rigors of farm life, a sweet oasis to look forward to each week.