It has been a 67-year love affair. I was 5 when baseball first entered my life. I was not very good at it back then. I threw right-handed until I shattered my wrist on a teeter-totter in my aunt’s backyard. After that throwing with the right hand was odd to me, so I became a lefty. Hitting lefty came naturally too. I went to a few Angel games at old Wrigley in LA, but do not remember who they were playing. I do remember that first ballpark hot dog. Nothing tasted better.
Then we left the state for a while and I did not return until I was 8.