Intrepid Sox fans blogging from behind enemy lines
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Greetings sports fans from Track 8b at Union Station in downtown Los Angeles. In a few minutes Train 136 is going to chug out of the station and, somewhere down the line, deposit my friend Nancy and me in the parking lot at Angel Stadium for tonight’s playoff game against the Boston Red Sox.
So here’s the deal: I am a Sox fan. Nancy too. Big time. And, no, not of the “oh, now that the Sox have gotten their act together let’s all jump on the big ole bandwagon” type of fan.
We both did our fair share of suffering during the Dark Years. Me, from my hometown in Maine (for all you Southern California natives still a little blurry on your geography east of the Rockies, Maine is a state situated firmly in Red Sox Nation. Find Boston on the map and look north.)
Nancy, weirdly, is from behind the Orange Curtain, but more on that later.
This is Nancy weighing in. I want to raise a geographical point. Telling people that Anaheim is part of Los Angeles is one of the reasons why kids from Bangladesh are scoring higher on geography tests than American students
We can’t identify places on maps anymore. Anaheim is in Orange County. The Angels are in Orange County. The only baseball team in Los Angeles is from Los Angeles. Puhleassse.
I had hoped to keep Nancy muzzled until at least the third inning. By then she’ll be all worked up about Dice-K’s control. Oh well.
Anyway, so for some reason, the editors at the L.A. Times took me up on my dare to let me blog live from my seat at Angel Stadium during the game.
If things go well, Nancy and I will treat you to some of our searing, insightful, totally biased thoughts and observations throughout the game. If things go wrong, a drunk Angels’ fan will smash this laptop over my head and shove his Rally Monkey down Nancy’s throat. (Don’t get me started on the Rally Monkey.)
Ok, OK, we’ll try to be fair and balanced, just like Fox News. Well, maybe just fair.
The train has left the station. Norwalk is flying past us outside the window. I’m getting motion sickness. No turning back now.
Stay tuned ...
-- Joel Rubin (and Nancy)
