I am an Anaheim Angel’s Baseball fan. (Yes, I know they are know called the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim, but this is stupid and I refuse to refer to them as such.) When I was a kid I was part of the kids club and we got cheap souveniours and free tickets all season. I would read the newspaper every weekend to see their rankings and I had a huge crush on Tim Salmon. My passion waned a bit in high school, but in college it came back with a vengence as I started hanging out with people who were even bigger fans than I was. Now I’ve got an app on my phone that lets me track their games, scores, rankings and news updates. On April 8th I will go to my first opening season game. I am SO EXCITED!
And yet, there is a tragic side to this tale of love for America’s pasttime. Most people in Orange County are Angels fans, and only a handful root for our freeway rival, the LA Dodgers. Of that handful of people, there are only two that are die hard, would give their left arm for the Dodgers to win a world series fans. And I have worked for both of them.
My boss at the YMCA, who is also a good friend of mine, is a crazy Dodgers fan. CRAZY. I used to keep track of whether the Dodgers won or lost because that would tell me what kind of day we were going to have at work. If they won, it would be a good day and I could get pretty much whatever I wanted out of him. If they lost an unimportant game, our work day would be a little more somber and I would hold back on my request for new craft supplies. If they lost an important game, holy hell, watch out. I knew I would have to brief the kids before he came and warn them that if they even looked at a leader the wrong way Mr. Nick would take away their priveleges for a month. I never really paid much attention to the Dodgers before, but his crazy love for them made me gag. I hate the Dodgers. Hey Nick, I know your reading this and I just want to make sure you heard me. DODGERS SUCK!!!
Okay, so moving on. I quit the Y, and find an amazing job opportunity as a nanny/executive assistant. I have my phone interview which goes great and I’m super excited for the in person interview. I walk into the house and… there it is. A Dodger helmet signed by all the players. Next to it is a baseball and several Disney figurines dressed in Dodger uniforms. ARE YOU FREAKIN KIDDING ME? I cannot believe I am going to work for another Dodger fan. I almost just turned right around and walked out. But my boss and her husband were so nice, and Sydney was so sweet, and their love for Disney almost made up for the fact that they were Dodger fans. I decided to stick it out and I’m glad I did. On February 22nd I celebrated my one year anniversary working for that family and for their marketing company, One Step Services. That year was nothing but a blessing. However, I stand by belief that Angels rule, and Dodgers drool. Did you hear that Sandy? DODGERS DROOL!!!!!
But, faithful readers, my story does not end there. You see, my current boss isn’t just a Dodger fan. She is a Dodger fan who works in marketing and sales. Her entire career is based on making people look good and getting consumers to buy thier stuff. And in our little world, she has made it her mission to market the Dodgers to me so that I become a fan. She keeps inviting me to games, giving me tickets she claims are “gifts.” And these aren’t crappy seats in the Pavilion, no way. These are primo seats where we get access to delicious food. (Which, I will readily admit, is much better than the food at Angel Stadium.) These are seats right on the third base line and right behind home plate, so close you can smell the grass and feel the wind coming off the 90 mph pitches. These are seats that any baseball fan would be absolutely stoked to have.
So here’s the thing. I love baseball. I love watching the game, playing the game, talking about the game. I love the atmosphere at a stadium, the sun beating down, peanut shells on the floor, happiness everywhere. I even love that stupid Take Me Out to the Ball Game song. I love baseball so much that on April 3rd, Dodgers opening weekend, I will put down my hatred for the boys in blue and enjoy a lovely Sunday afternoon game with my wonderful boss, her amazing mom and husband, and my favorite 8 year old. I will eat Dodger dogs what ever other gourmet food that stadium cooks up. And you can bet your butt I’m going to root against the Giants, because the only thing worse than an LA team is a team from Nor Cal. But, despite the fact that I will be disguised as a Dodger fan, rest assured that I will be sporting red underwear. Because I am, and always will be, forever and ever in my heart of hearts, an Angels Fan. ANGELS RULE!!!
P.S. If you are looking for a good app to track baseball, I reccommend MLB lite. It is free and it allows you to see the schedule, see the inning by inning scores, see rankings, and latest news. If you get the paid version you get to listen to the games through your phone.