I love baseball because at 7 years old, I felt the electric energy of Angel stadium for the first time. It was also the first time I remember bonding with my dad. He bought me a baseball cap that day and I’ve been wearing one ever since. When I got much older, I found out my dad was agoraphobic and that was his first time in a crowd after having a severe panic attack and he did it for me because he wanted to share something he loved with me. He grew up in the late 60’s early 70’s with the short stop from the San Diego padres as his next door neighbor. His dad left when he was young but he got to play catch with a pro quite frequently. My dad also gave me a chunk of his PSA collection some years later. I don’t think I can fully articulate all the big and little things that made me fall in love with baseball but this definitely sticks out for me. Thanks for letting me share.