I have dreamed the same dream for as long as I can remember. I can picture it, clear as day. I am at the ballpark, standing in the owner's box in late October. I am, like the other team executives around me, on my feet with bated breath. We watch as the team we spent years building records the final out to clinch a World Series Championship. I can feel the chill of October air being replaced with the warm exuberance of victory as I leap with joy. If you ever catch me staring off into space, there is a strong chance this scene is running through my mind. Many young children with a passion for baseball dream of taking the field in a major league game, but not me. Instead, I have always been fascinated by the men who put that team together. Thus,