A couple years ago I was reminded of a love that had been neglected for over 15 years. I had gotten into baseball during the Great Baseball Card Market Crash of the late 80s / early 90s. Partially I was interested simply because it seemed that every 14-year-old boy was into baseball cards at the time, and I wanted reasons to be accepted by my friends. But I also genuinely loved watching the game, and doing things like comparing stats on the back of my dozens of cards with the ones shown on TV during games. (This was before Yahoo implanted chips in our brains that updated stats as the plays happen.) And then, just as suddenly as I became interested, I lost interest. Turning from 14 to 15 changed my interests from baseball and video games to angsty talk about girls, angsty music and angsty angst.