By Andy Malinski

My dad owns a baseball signed by a man named Carlton Fisk—once a catcher for the Boston Red Sox.  But it’s not his affiliation with the Red Sox which caused my dad to make this purchase—after all, my dad is a life-long Yankees fan, so such a piece of memorabilia treads toward sacrilegious.  He has this ball because, as young boys, my dad and Mr. Fisk played sandlot ball together in Vermont. [Read more…]