We usually do not cover the World Series here, but this time, as Dodgers fans, we could not resist. After all, there is always room for tight baseball pants, tall socks, and Mookie Betts. If our traditional Stanley Cup coverage involves joyous bearded men embracing a trophy, it seems World Series coverage involves A LOT of hugging.
On a personal note, I am a native Los Angeleno, and so is my mother (and so was her mother), and my Dad moved here when he was just a toddler. We’ve all been Dodgers fans my entire life, our entire family, on both sides. When I was very little, I had a speech impediment — one that still sneaks out sometimes, when I’m tired — where I got my Ls and Ys mixed up. I’d say, for example, that I was going out to play in “the back lard.” And so when I, at two or three years old, wanted to cheer for the Dodgers, I’d say, “LAY DODGERS!!” I was extremely excited to say it again last night, 32 years after our last World Series win. And then I burst into tears and cried for then minutes straight. It’s been a long year. It was wonderful to get some good news.
