Growing up, I was a little boy who was in love with the sport of baseball.  Wherever I went, I had a ball and glove close by me.  If somebody had a question about who was leading the league in home runs, or who won the World Series in the most random year, there was a high chance I knew.  This love was sparked by a Major League Baseball team that resided just an hour south of where I grew up: the Atlanta Braves.  Continue reading