In October of 1987 I was 8 years old, a girl and never had a baseball bone in my body. My step dad spent his Saturday in the living-room glued to the afternoon TV. I wandered in, sat down and what I did not realize a program that would change my life.
The program was the 1987 World Series. The Minnesota Twins vs the St. Louis Cardinals. I watched my step dad arguing with the TV and I wondered why. Then questions started.
Why are there four balls to three strikes? Why is it called a home run? Why after three outs do they changed sides? How many people are there on a team? Who, What, Where, Why, When and How. My step dad tried to keep up with the questions. With each change in the game there were new questions. The games I watched with him started a bond that he thought would never come to be with me.
The Twins won the World Series and became my #1 team for that year. I didn't know about American Leagues or National Leagues, I didn't know much about the sport of Baseball, rankings, play-offs, even about the A's or the San Francisco Giants; however I knew that I bonded my step dad, I loved this new sport and life would never be the same after that fall of 1987.