Growing up in the England soccer and rugby were always the two sports that drew everyone's attention, but not mine. The crack of a baseball hitting a bat or the thud of the ball on a catchers gloves were always far more alluring. Wearing my dad's woolly Braves cap to school always drew puzzled stares, but it never phased me. Baseball was as good as sport gets for me then, and it still is now. My first season I spent religiously following the Braves was 2010, (not too long ago I know) the excitement of the phenomenal Jason Heyward coming into Spring training and then onto opening day. I will always remember Heyward's first at bat. The exhilaration of seeing him take to the plate, the moment my heart stopped when the ball cracked off the bat and the jubilation at seeing the ball drop into the crowd. "Welcome to the show". From then on, I was hooked. Staying up late every night watching the Braves, studying statistics and watching reply after replay became the norm and that's the same now.