“We will see you tomorrow night!” No, not the 1991 World Series call, the 2011 call. Joe Buck’s words rang through my ears as I jumped around the kitchen with Dad.

It was 1:30 in the morning. Dad and I should have watched David Freese hitting that monster home run in the 11th inning of Game 6 together.  Instead we had gotten into an argument about Ryan Theriot’s awful World Series play. But we both started screaming at the same time – him from the upstairs bedroom, me from the downstairs den. Finally, we made our way to each other, hopping up and down together like little kids, even waking up my little brother much to his chagrin. We went from not talking to jumping up and down like we were two of the 47,325 lucky fans that got to witness that bliss.

That is baseball. That is sports.

Growing up around two sportswriters, loving it came natural to me. Before I was 10 years old, I would constantly ask, “Mom, who are you cheering for?” It could have been Yankees-Red Sox or it could have been West Virginia vs. Wake Forest volleyball. I always picked a side and I always watched.

I learned about heartbreak early, when my dear Cardinals got swept in the 2004 World Series, and then felt one of the best joys of my life watching them win the 2006 World Series. Later that year, my Colts beat the Bears to cap off a year that would turn me into a sports addict.

When I wasn’t watching sports, I was playing them. From a travel baseball team to the golf course to kickball in the backyard to the tennis court, I needed to be around a game. Baseball will always have my heart, but on Sundays you’ll find me glued to the television for the NFL. On Saturday’s you’ll find me refreshing my ESPN app so I don’t miss a college football beat. In March I’ll be telling you why No Name State is going to make a run for glory, and well, all year I’ll talk baseball. Critiquing in-game strategy as if I am the manager is my specialty.

Maybe it was my beloved baseball coach, Mark Caffee, who drilled competitiveness into my head from the first day I met him. Maybe it was my parents, introducing me early to the games. Maybe it was watching those 2004 and 2006 championships and staying up way too late to soak in those moments.

But sports is more than a game to me. It’s a way of life. I love baseball the most, and I want to share that in a special way with those who follow my new site. But don’t worry, there will be a touch of etc., too.

Tweet at me, email at me, disagree with me, share your stories with me. Let’s play ball.