I wrote a column last year about the player that fans voted “Greatest Red Who Ever Lived” back in 1969 and Joe Morgan once called “The best of us all.” Following that trip down memory lane, HCP Publisher Rory Ryan told me he had heard a story about how Edd Roush was once ejected from a game for sleeping in the outfield. It’s 100 percent true.

I wrote a column last year about the player that fans voted “Greatest Red Who Ever Lived” back in 1969 and Joe Morgan once called “The best of us all.” Following that trip down memory lane, HCP Publisher Rory Ryan told me he had heard a story about how Edd Roush was once ejected from a game for sleeping in the outfield. It’s 100 percent true.

You would probably guess the main reason Edd Roush is my favorite Red is because of his surname (or that we’re distantly related); but more than anything, it’s because that was one of the first times my Granddad sat me down and told me stories of days gone by. And until he passed away in 2006, my Granddad told me so many priceless stories, stories I cherish … and times I miss.

I could be totally wrong, but I fear if the land of the free keeps morphing into the land of the “me,” it won’t be long before the America of tomorrow looks nothing like the America of today or yesterday.

I thought this was the United States of America, the land of the free and home of the brave. Today, we have freedom of choice in certain areas, but not in others. You can abort a living baby, but can’t legally buy a “venti” mocha latte in NYC? Now that’s ridiculous.