KSC’s Blog

Growing up, I loved baseball. I wanted to be a professional baseball player. Or at least, I wanted to play little league baseball. I had the desire and heart and a love for the game. I would watch every Braves game (grew up in Atlanta), even when they were last place every year. I would listen to the AM radio under my pillow as I went to sleep, even when I wasn’t supposed to. I would even sneak out of bed, turn on the TV …