My brother and I LOVED baseball. We grew up in Oklahoma but we could watch Harry Caray on WGN or Bob Horner and the Braves on TBS just about every day of the week. We collected baseball cards. We bought the Beckett magazine that told you the value of a given baseball card. We were OBSESSED.

My mother came home from work one day. She gave firm instructions to my brother and me to clean our rooms. We were so into the baseball the game at the time we just let her orders bounce off our shoulders.

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