Hey, don't tell me that modern baseball stinks. Do you know what it's like for a 14 year old boy to see his hometown team rise from the usual spot in the basement to their first World Series appearance in 13 years? I think you might know. When you jumped up and down like a madmad when they one...you're whole world revolved around the game. You knew all the pitchers, all the bench guys, every batter's stance, who was a good umpire and who was "dirty". When the runner should try for home...it all happened for me in '93 with the Philadelphia Phillies. It's a summer and fall I will never forget. Don't tell ME the magic is gone!