God, I miss baseball!  As a child, I grew up with my dad and brothers, listening to Earl Gillespie and Blaine Walsh describe the games played by Eddie Mathews, Hank Aaron, Warren Spahn, and the others who wore the uniform of the Milwaukee Braves.  I loved every minute of it. Later, as a young man in Atlanta, the city in which I chose to live and raise a family, I watched the newly minted Atlanta Braves.  They had made the same move south as I.  Now I watched, both in person and on Ted Turner's superstation, as the same Aaron and Phil Niekro, as well as Dale Murphy, Bob Horner, and others, struggled to rise above mediocrity.  I loved every minute of it. A few years later, I watched in wonder as those Braves, blessed with Greg Maddux, Tom Glavine, John Smoltz,  Chipper Jones, and others became the best team in the sport, at least during the regular season.  I, along with my sons and many friends, rarely...(Read Full Post)