"She's Called Debbie"

It was the summer of ’80 and I was almost fifteen. The Milwaukee Brewers were still a couple years away from their run for the World Series, but I was singularly focused on (and desperately in love with) Robin Yount. He was 23 and was, as far as I was concerned, the cutest shortstop to ever play the position.

As president of the local Kiwanis Club, my da…