I grew up in a household that treated baseball like religion. The game was sacred and the players were icons. Both my mom and dad were die-hard Brooklyn Dodger fans and often told me stories of how they shed tears when the team went west to LA. While my dad stayed true and still is a Dodger fan til this day, my mom switched allegiances to the NY Mets mostly because they signed her favorite all-time player, Gil Hodges. Me, I went a totally different route and it caused a lot of friction in our home. I rooted for the Yankees – which is the ultimate nemesis of any Dodgers (or Mets) fan.