Like many Brewers fans of a certain age, the ’82 season cemented my childhood love of baseball in general, and the Brewers in particular. I had been a fan of the game for as far back as I can remember, but there was just something special about that team. Perhaps it was that we had been watching them grow together through the past few seasons, and all of the names were like old familiar friends. Molitor. Yount. Coop. Oglivie. Stormin’ Gorman. Simba. Caldwell. Rollie.