As a Dodgers fan, I should wish a pox on both the Yankees and Phillies in the World Series. At least, I should hope they freeze to death trying to play a summer game in November. (Seriously, Bud? You were probably wishing for a Freeway Series in sunny Southern California, weren’t you?)
If you followed the Dodgers in the late seventies, you remember the drill: We’d play the Phillies for the National League title against cursed Mike Schmidt and Steve Carlton. We’d play a nail-biting five-game series. Then, we’d go to the World Series, only to lose to the Yankees with – ugh – Reggie Jackson.
Reggie did win some love from me when he became an Angel and helped us win AL West titles in the eighties. I had to reconsider my feelings about the Yankees earlier this year because of this: Read the rest of this entry »
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