Let me begin by saying I grew up as a Dodger fan. I was born and raised in the LA area and my family had season tickets for about 15 years until Fox bought the team and jacked up the price and actually physically moved what were once fantastic seats. Instead of being five rows from the field between the opposing team’s dugout and home plate, we somehow wound up much closer to first base and more like 30 rows from the field, and all for a bigger price.
When Fox took over the Dodgers, that sort of soured me on the team, and my loyalty has never managed to recover. To go from the O’Malleys to soulless Fox was wrenching. It also probably didn’t help that I had met my husband-to-be, who also hated the Dodgers, despite also having been born and raised in LA County.
Oh, you must be thinking, he was an Angels fan, right?
Wrong, he was an unabashed Yankees fan. When he was a young lad of 12 or so, Don Mattingly of the Yankees was at his peak. My young-version husband latched on to good old Donnie and has never let go of the Yankees. Which is ironic because Don Mattingly is now a hitting coach for the Dodgers.
But, as you can see, my husband was no fair-weather Yankee fan. They have always been his team, and by default, they became mine.
So you’ll have to forgive me as I am gleefully watching Guerrero struggle at the plate, and thanking the stars that the Angels have made so many defensive errors. I mean really, Angels fans, they’ve been especially horrible in the field so far this series.
We are also fully aware that the Angels usually have the Yankees’ number, having a winning record against them that normally sends us home packing.
So, may the best team win.