Before college, baseball was completely useless to me. There was no team that particularly mattered, and it was horrible to watch on TV. Sure, I liked A League of Their Own, but there wasn’t anything quite as captivating going on in real sports that made me want to pay attention.

Then came college, and I lived with five New Yorkers who had an entirely different opinion. The Manhattanites were die-hard Yankees fans, the Westchester kids pledged their love for David Wright and the New York Mets. After fate pointed me eastward in my post- graduation move, I felt morally torn between the lesser of two evils.

I’m going to preface my decision-making with the following: We had gone on sorority house trips to see the Detroit Tigers play, and the games had been so much more fun than TV could ever suggest. The weather was nice, people were relatively excited about it, I could understand how people got into baseball. But I wasn’t particularly attached to the Tigers. I hadn’t grown up with them. I didn’t care if they won or lost. I needed a team, and I was moving to baseball Mecca mid-season. Read More »