"Final Day"

So, yesterday I woke up and knew that it was Opening Day of the 2011 MLB season. Usually an exciting day, today seemed a bit different. I wasn't as excited as I've been in past years. There wasn't a new face to be excited about. There wasn't that feeling of knowing, or hoping in most cases, that this was our year. In fact, if it was our year, that meant it was our year to not expect anything good, let alone great. See, I'm a Dodger fan. Born a Dodger fan. Bred a Dodger fan. Planned on dying a Dodger fan. Dodger Fuckin' Blue ya know. I bleed that shit. I love that team. I LOVE that stadium. I love our fans. (Sidenote: In no way do I condone what took place last night at Chavez Ravine. I mean critically injuring a Giants fan over a baseball game is absurd. HOWEVER, I expect that. That fan should've expected it too. The police are currently looking for two adult males, shaved head, Dodger jersey, extra baggy pants, brown skin. I bet they are hot on the trail...) anyhow, back to the Dodger stroke fest. I loved everything about that team. I mean we have Vin Scully bitches! But, and a HUGE BUT, our owners are the McCourt's and they are tying up the team's money in McDivoreCourt. They have fulfilled their own needs over the team's. Millions of dollars spent on lawyers and legal fees. Alimonies totaling more than what most people will make in a lifetime. Children's salaries who do absolutely NOTHING for the team. We as fans have needs. We as a team have huge needs. We need a huge arm. We have to have a HUGE bat. We don't have any of those. Kemp and Ethier are outstanding ball players, but they won't carry us to October let alone through October. Our ace is Kershaw, who is a beast, but he is not a true ace. We have a bunch of "scrappy" guys who are capable, but not dependable. Truth is, this is NOT our year. And as long as we have Frank and his Jester McCourt, it will never be our year.

Anyhow, after waking up and having this empty feeling about baseball, I decided enough is enough. I will no longer line the pockets of these two assholes. I will not help them out if they will not help us out. Everyone knows the business of baseball is to win, and in turn, you get fans to show up, unless you are in Miami, in which you're fucked. I can no longer sit around and cheer for their divorce because when you cheer for the Dodgers, you are cheering for their divorce lawyers. when you buy a ticket and a Dodger dog and a tall can of Bud Light at the stadium, you're paying for Mrs. McCourt to get her nails did. But not a day longer for this Dodger fan. See, I am officially boycotting this team. Nothing against the players, but it is THEIR team now. It is no longer OURS.

What am I going to do? I love staying up til 130a to see if we lost won. Who am I going to cheer for? Then it hit me. I can accept applications from teams and their fans to tell me who to cheer for. I mean there are 27 teams left to choose from. ANGELS and GIANTS are absolute no-no's. I'm a passionate guy and I passionately hated those guys for so long, I'd rather give up baseball all together then to succumb to being a fan of either of those teams. Flashback 2002, I finally understood how Andy Stitzer felt in 1986 as he told me "The only thing I hoped was that their two team planes collided in mid-air. So, I posted on facebook and my friend steve suggested that I join the misery train and become a Cubs fan. so my reply was quite surprising, even to myself, and I said SURE, WHY THE FUCK NOT? So, I then came up with the idea of cheering for a different team each week from Fri to Thurs, I will have a new team and this week , Week #1, it is the Chicago Cubs. This is gonna be a tough one...Wish me luck and stay tuned... I will leave you with this song...