I woke up this morning and decided to make a change. Not the kind of change that would make my parents proud like getting a paying job or removing myself from their payroll, but more of a change that affects only me.
I expect to get a lot of well-deserved criticism from my father and friends for switching my MLB fan allegiance from the Chicago Cubs to the Washington Nationals at this point in my life.
Born and raised in Indianapolis, I inherited a passion for the Cubs from my father, who grew-up in Northwest Indiana.
Since Indiana’s professional baseball team consisted ...
Like many eight year old boys born in the mid-80s, I had a passion for three things: Ghostbusters, Ninja Turtles, and collecting baseball cards. Everything else was just details.
Collecting baseball cards were a cause/effect type of reward. I would receive them if I didn’t hit babysitter, Lisa Nelson, in the face with a Nerf gun, or I went a whole week without a teacher calling home. Both were improbable feats.
Baseball card collecting at that age was fun because there was no discernible difference in getting a Barry Larkin or Jose Vizcaino picture.
There were four criteria I used to determine the ...
