I was at my parents’ house in Manchester, Tenn., recently for a couple days while my mom recovered from knee surgery. The thing about being at my parents’ during Major League Baseball season is, well … baseball. My folks are enthusiastic Braves fans. ‘Nuff said? When the Braves are on TV, it’s all eyes on the screen. My sweet, antique-collector, school-board-president mom knows all the vital statistics and can reel off names and numbers that sound like a foreign language to me. Because, to tell the truth, I don’t really understand baseball. It’s not like not-understanding football — which I enjoy watching but don’t always know what I’m watching. This is more like I don’t understand why people can sit and watch sometimes almost three hours of grown men just sort of standing around with a few bursts of running and yelling at each other thrown in. And I say this with all due love and respect for those who are fans of the game. I just don’t get it. However, I am a big fan of the teddy bears my parents have, which sport Braves uniforms during the season. Now, dressing cute cuddly teddy bears in cute costumes definitely is something I can understand!