As a young child, I hated baseball. It signaled the abrupt end of the Saturday morning cartoons. Hanna-Barbera’s Laff-A-Lympics, assorted superhero cartoons, and, of course, Schoolhouse Rock filled my Saturday mornings. Once the clock turned to afternoon, the networks turned to the boys of summer, and afternoon games aired. I remembered the impossibly green fields and the bright sun.
In 1982, I started watching a baseball team that finished next to last in 1981, but that year, they started it with 13 wins. The Atlanta Braves set a record that still stands today. I followed them through that tumultuous season until the very last game, when they barely won their division after the San Francisco Giants defeated the Dodgers.