They both share a nickname, they both shared a number, and they both shared the love the game. I can see it as clearly now as it was the day that it happened.

My catcher, “The Kid,” is standing at second base. He's clapping along; waiting for the rally to come. Number 8 blazoned across his back, standing there with a huge smiling beaming across his face. knowing that he had just started something special. He KNEW that something great was going to happen. This is a story of two catchers, two number 8's separated by 25 years, but both the catcher for my team.

When you think of the best rivalry in sports, what are the two teams that come to mind? Red Sox and Yankees in baseball? Celtics and Lakers in basketball? Duke and North Carolina? Ohio State and Michigan?