I take great pride in being a lifelong Marlins fan. My first experience of intense fandom was the 1997 World Series. Sure, I wasn’t born until the following spring when the Florida Marlins were 15 games under .500 and 17 games back of first place in the NL East by mid-May, but that’s a mere technicality. My parents, who were pregnant with me at the time, sat way up the nosebleeds at Pro Player Stadium and soaked in the excitement of their franchise’s first World Series. I was born with a passion for baseball in my blood.
The Marlins still have a lot to prove
