Trading Places?
As a lifelong, maniacal baseball fan, i cut my teeth reading John R. Tunis books as a boy, listening to Cincinnati Reds baseball covertly after being sent to bed and imagining myself as a pro player one day. I went to my first games at old Crosley Field and saw legends like Roberto Clemente, Hank Aaron, Casey Stengel, Frank Robinson and Warren Spahn live. We sat on the third base side in box seats once close enough to hear Deron Johnson spit–which was frequently. In my boyhood, there was only one thing that mattered–winning the World Series. It never occurred … Continue reading Trading Places?