CLEVELAND, Ohio -- Baseball is an heirloom, not an antique.
I'm probably the antique.
My fondness for the game is really more dependent on what it meant to my father years ago than to me now.
The Cardinals
I still find myself checking the National League standings, not to see how the Philadelphia Phillies are doing, although I worked there for 10 1/2 years, but to see how the St. Louis Cardinals are faring.
They were my dad's team, from the Gashouse Gang until he died, months after he and I rooted Bob Gibson to a seventh game victory over the Yankees from our home in Dallas, 631 miles away, in the 1964 World Series.