The Yankees certainly seem to have that "indestructible force" look to them this year. So, too, might the Dodgers. As much as it makes me physically ill, a Dodgers-Yankees World Series has a lot (a LOT) of history and tradition behind it, and baseball (like me) is about nothing if not reverence for history and tradition. But it's early yet. I'd love to see the Phillies knock off the Dodgers AND the Angels OR Yankees in succession, but I'm getting pretty goddam tired of hoping for the Phils to do the Giants' dirty work (especially since they've never seemed to be especially adept at it). But I'll leave it off with this thought tonight: As I headed back into the City this afternoon after my crazy odyssey into the near reaches of the Central Valley (another blog post altogether) I had the Dodgers-Phils game at Los Angeles on the radio and I was driving over the Bay Bridge and I saw the Ballpark off to my left and thought to myself, a year from today that game could be taking place in that very spot. OUR ballpark could be the one rocking. Ed asked me if I meant that it could have the bridge itself rocking as a result.
I said to him, "With your help, pal, maybe."
So keep the faith, Giants fans. And that reminds me, happy 20th, fellow survivors (almost). That is all.
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