The weather’s warming up and there’s new grass on the field. It’s time to hit the ballpark again.

I inherited my love of baseball from my dad. I remember sitting on the floor in front of the TV while he was on a ladder painting the living room when “Hammerin’ Hank” Aaron broke Babe Ruth’s home run record by sailing number 715 over the fence at Atlanta-Fulton County Stadium. Dad almost toppled off the ladder from excitement.

I’m still a Braves fan to this day.

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