Here's the Deal...

Okay, here's the deal.  I grew up (during the school year) in Phoenix, my Mom and I moved there in 1970, we didn't have a professional baseball team but that was okay, we had spring training and it was too hot to watch a game in July.  I spent more than my fair share of time paying $1.00 to watch the Cubs, Padres, and Giants play baseball before the rosters were set.    My summers were spent in Missouri with my Dad and his family where I was taught (and learned the lesson well) that if it wasn't done by the Cardinals or the National League it didn't count.  Life was good with what I knew about baseball, it was a sport I never played, but it was still in the core of who I was.
As I got older I discovered boys in baseball pants with their team socks pulled high was about the sexiest a man would ever look, (okay, I was an impressionable youth).  I had many highs and lows watching "my" team through out the course of my years.

The only thing that is constant, is change, or so I've learned.

In 1990 I found myself living in the Dallas, Texas area.  Home of the Dallas Cowboys, oh yeah, they have a baseball team too, but for far too long they were horrible, and on top of that they play in the American League.
With time things got better, they built a new ball park.  The doubleA team for the Rangers play in the town we live in so it was fun to watch the players mature and go up the rungs of the ladder of growth and success, so I found myself paying attention to the Rangers.  It got to be not so painful to be a fan, then, when Nolan Ryan bought the team everything changed... The Rangers got real exciting.

My life was still fairly uncomplicated as far as baseball was concerned, my beloved Cardinals play in the National league and my new team is in the American league...No problem, right?

Stay tuned...it's fixin' to get real complicated.
It is, after all, October.

Thanks for stopping by to check on my adventure.
Have a great week.

~Jill