One of the best things about growing up in the 1980’s was the purity of our fandom. We didn’t have the constant 24-hour sports news cycle just yet or social media to break stories before they even reached the news. Sure, there were newspapers; most kids of the 80’s didn’t really read those unless we were looking for box scores. The analytics revolution wasn’t on the radar. Instead, we grew up loving the talented players and their exploits on the field.
I was 10 years old in 1985 and I was at the beginning of my lifelong love affair with baseball.