At my beginnings, my grandmother would slip into my room late at night to remove the earphone still stuck to the side of my face.

The Yankees game ... OK, yes, the Yankees ... would have gone to extra innings, much too late for an 8-year-old who was headed to school the next morning.

I guess you could say I was consumed early by the love of sports.

We won’t dwell on the fact that the earphone was connected to a transistor radio (those of you who haven’t lived a little can look that one up on the Internet). Let’s just say it was quite some time ago when the Yankees stunk.

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