Our six year old son is a nuclear powered baseball nut. Mrs. Scott and I are fans, but we decided before having kids that we wouldn't force sports (i.e. baseball...i.e. the Giants) on our kids. But, one day when he was 18 months old, a Giants game was on TV, and he became instantly engulfed. He learns all the players, collects cards, pastes newspaper clippings all over his room. On and on it goes. He's been playing pee-wee ball since he was four and even tried out while he was still three.
Two pee-wee teams he has played for have been the Red Sox and Cardinals. So, on top of being a Giants fan, he's taken some interest in whatever pee-wee team he's on. He just got drafted this winter on to the A's. Anyway, when with the Cardinals, he was handed uniform #5, which is Albert Pujols.
Today, there was a spring training game on TV between the visiting Cards and the home Sox. He knows all the channel numbers, too, so I walked into the room with the telecast already on. As they gave the starting lineups, he noted all the players he knew from just having an interest in those teams. As the last infield warmup throw went to first base, the camera zoomed in on the Red Sox first baseman as he tossed the warmup ball to the dugout. He asked, "Dad, didn't that guy play for the Padres last year?" Simply amazing.