Now is the time of year when a strange malady falls upon the land, affecting people from every walk of life. Butchers and bakers and candlestick makers and rookies and bookies. It's an affliction which kills off thousands of grandmothers and brings a peculiar glean to millions of eyes. It's known as baseball fever, and nowhere is it more prominent than at the white framed house on Maple Street in the fair city of Springfield.