I fell in love with baseball as a youngster, just before the Dodgers came to L.A. I can't begin to recall all the Sunday doubleheaders I attended at old Wrigley Field, watching the PCL Los Angeles Angels, led by Steve Bilko, beat up on the rest of the league. My Dad and older brother were (Ugh!) Yankee fans and my Mom lived and died for her Angels. It took a pack of baseball cards, with Frank Malzone the top card under that slab of pink bubblegum, to make me a Red Sox fan. It was never easy being a Red Sox fan in L.A., but it has always been worth the abuse. Worth every second.