Just watched the excellent documentary “Fastball” on Netflix, and it brought back a flood of memories. Watching Dodger games with dad, stories of Koufax playing, Vin Scully, playing pickup ball and little league, watching the ‘89 earthquake “Freeway Series” and feeling the damn earthquake as I watched the balcony fall on TV from 250 miles away, actually witnessing Bonds vs. Randy Johnson... how the hell did I not stay into it? New mission: pay attention to baseball, and teach my kids to play. I still have my Orel Hershiser glove somewhere, wonder if it still fits.