I love baseball. There’s no denying it. It has always been my first love, the sport I want to watch most in person and the one I reference more than any other. It has become my mistress of sorts over the past 38 years, the one I keep coming back to when it shows up on the television or happens to be in town for minor league baseball games.
Baseball is the one thing I can count on.
On July 4, 1979, an eight-year-old boy went to his first baseball game. Not a Major League game, mind you.