Now 79, I virtually (even before electronics) yielded my life to baseball in my unknowning youth — age 7 as I remember. Then came a life devoted to “following” the sport, a life that took me through a newspaper career — and one in which I was to not only see The Great DiMaggio play, but to later in life break bread with Him. All through this life I’ve wondered whether The Game took me away from a Real Life, or whether it gave me one. All the comments on my Baseball Prospectus piece made my day. But this one from “godfather” — I mean, come on, let’s all just go home.