>> which is how he looked at baseball. >> suffering a relapse, and loving it, it's one thing to root for your son's little league team. >> i get it. after all he was your kid and you paid for the glove come of uniform, the hat, the bat and when he turns nine. [inaudible] what possible stake do grown men have in the fortunes of 25 perfect strangers, vagabond mercenaries, playing obscene sums to play for happy year. i've been a baseball fan half my life. why should i care about these tobacco spitting multimillionaires who have never heard of me and would not care if i was dispatched my maker by the exploding scoreboard. why? i have no idea. >> in reading what he wrote about it, it struck me that he had such an appreciation for the raw beauty, perfect double-play or throwing just