My love of baseball dates back to my grandfather. He and his brother moved from North Carolina to Texas on their own as young teenagers after the death of both of their parents. He had a hard life as a cotton farmer but he was a very gentle and loving man and made all of us grandchildren feel very loved and very lucky to have a grandfather like him. He would often tell us stories of his days traveling around playing baseball in small towns throughout the South. You could tell the game brought him great joy as it does for me today when I watch my favorite team - the World Series Champion San Francisco Giants. Go Giants! I love baseball!