Wendell Cruz-USA TODAY Sports
I do not remember the beginning of my baseball fandom, at least not as a single data point dividing the before and after. I guess that’s the way it is for every lifelong fan.
My early memories of baseball include scarfing down my dinner so I could run downstairs and watch as much of the Yankee game as possible before bedtime. I’d holler up to my dad, “0-0! Game just started,” and he’d come down and watch the first few innings with me before going to bed. I’d wake up the next morning to find a post-it note on the side of the kitchen counter with the final score and a quick line about what happened.