Baseball isn’t just a sport—it’s a memory that refuses to fade. For me, it began in my grandparents’ hallway, where a crackling radio hid beneath the static and delivered a soundtrack of summer afternoons. Years later, walking into Wrigley Field for the first time, I felt that same hum in my chest—the same warmth, the same wonder. History. Heartbreak. Hope. While the NFL shouts for attention and the NBA dazzles with star power, baseball whispers. But it’s in those whispers—p