I thought of him as my Grandpa

Jack Brickhouse was my surrogate grandfather from 1975 to 1981. He’s the reason why I turned away from the Cardinals, which was no small thing for a young boy living in the Cardinals’ town of Springfield, Illinois. And as I got older, and the Cubs replaced the mild-mannered Jack with the more bombastic Harry CarayContinue reading “I thought of him as my Grandpa”