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“How can you not be romantic about baseball?”

My first love’s name was Carlos. I was six years old, smitten by both his smile and his baseball skills. Carlos was Carlos Baerga, the Cleveland Indians’ second baseman. During the summer of 1996, he was traded away from the Tribe. I still remember the night of the trade: the news broke while my familyContinue Reading ““How can you not be romantic about baseball?””