When I was growing up, my father once sat me down and explained the baseball facts of life. “There are four possible outcomes at the end of a baseball day”, he said, “and here they are in order of importance.”
Best case scenario: “Angels win, Dodgers lose.”
Second best scenario: “Both lose.”
Third best scenario: “Both win.”
Worst case scenario: “Dodgers win, Angels lose.”
Now, I understood scenarios one and two, but I thought the great one had misspoken with number two. “How could the Angels losing be better than them winning,” I asked him.
“Because,” said my dad, “i’d rather see those miserable b******* lose than us win.”
I learned right then just how intense my father’s level of hatred was for the Dodgers….
Over the years, the old man has not mellowed with age; to the contrary, he despises “Brooklyn” more than ever….
So it was with no suprise I picked up the phone last evening and dad was furious about the Angels losing two out of three to the hated ones….
He was calling for the firning of everyone in the Angels organization, from the owner down to the clubhouse boys. “This is unacceptable!” he yelled into my ear “and heads should roll!”….
Nothing like enjoying retirement….
As much as I hate to admit it, I like this Dodger team and believe Joe Torre is a tremendous manager. Sure, they play in a weak division, but Torre has done a brilliant job handling the whole Manny Ramirez circus and bringing along the young talent….
After winning Game One on Friday night against Chad Billingsley, it sure looked good for a sweep. Certainly the Halos had the edge in the Weaver brothers matchup and you also had to like the Angels chances with John Lackey on the hill yesterday. So it was a great disappointment not to win the series….
Sure, there are a lot of games left and nobody will care if the Angels win the World Series, but dammit this is the Dodgers and I hate losing to them….
