one would never guess my crazed obsession. i boast no jerseys, bobble heads, or season tickets...just stories and many sleepless nights. my high school freshman english teacher used to preach about the glory of this game and i never understood this until finding such a love for baseball in these recent years. mind you, i did not just happen to hop on the bandwagon when those rings started piling on. three in five years is the stuff of legend and every reflection brings me back to those wise words mr. o once shared. i also happen to have a physical connection with the ballpark. when it was newly built, i toured the facility as an architect intern. it was here that my bewilderment was forged. and now more than a decade later, i stick by training camp, all162 regular-season games, the magical post season, and every bit of media to occupy my brain on a daily basis. there is just nothing like it.
