To this day, with the possible exception of 2016, no single summer of baseball stands out more in my memory than 1998. Obviously, how we, as baseball fans, look at that now-infamous season has changed a great deal over the years. But it still amazes me, even to this day – despite it all.
Part of it is, I’m sure because of how young I was at a the time. See, I was just seven years old – we lived out in the middle of nowhere and I spent every single day tossing baseballs up to myself and pretending I was the Chicago Cubs and St.