Growing up in St. Louis, baseball has always been an important part of my life.  I made myself sick on stadium food as a child, I was way too proud of myself when my neighbor came over to compliment the strength of my pitch into my father’s glove, currently strangers and I are bonded in the hopes of the Cards furthering themselves in the Wild Card race, as well as a mutual hatred for the Boston Red Sox.  Point is, this is America, and we love baseball.  Sometimes maybe too much. [Read more...]