Baseball Gave Me Somewhere to Belong When I Needed it Most

The reason I will always love one sport above all others ...

When I began playing baseball, the Big Red machine dominated the diamond, and Pete Rose was my hero. My version of the proverbial sandlot was the tiny yard behind the home where I grew up - a small, bumpy patch of grass surrounded by four-foot hedges. There, I competed against my older sister and kids my mom was paid to watch after school.

Baseball was m…