How about those Boys in Blue? That’s right, I’m talkin’ bout the one and only Los Angeles Dodgers, you know, the ones that just won the World Series after beating the New York Yankees 7-6 in Game 5 of what NBC News called a “roller-coaster game.”
You probably already know this, but the Dodgers were trailing 5-0 before they scored five runs in the fifth inning; however, those Dang Yankees (scuse me for cussin’) retook the lead in the sixth inning, but two sacrifice flies by the Boys in Blue in the top of the eighth put LA back on the road and at the top of the heap for the first time in 35 years.
Out on the road today I saw a Deadhead sticker on a Cadillac. A little voice in my head said don’t look back, you can’t look back. I can tell you my love for you will still be strong after the Boys of Summer have gone. (“The Boys of Summer” – Don Henley- 1984)
Yeah, I know this song has nothing to do with baseball, other than the title, but it’s a cool song that I haven’t used in a long time. So, what the heck do I know about baseball? Thank you, I’m glad you asked. Very little. In fact, I never once watched the Dodgers – or any other baseball team – play this season. But, still, I’m happy for them because they’re the closest thing to being our hometown team…well, except maybe for the Angels. And why the heck are they the Los Angeles Angels when everybody knows they’re really the Anaheim Angels?
Actually, I go way back with the Dodgers. When I was a little tyke growing up in Glendale, my next-door neighbor was a retired Brooklyn Dodger named Babe Herman. I don’t actually remember him, since I was a mere babe myself at the time. I only know this because my older brother used to talk about the “Babe.”
Admittedly, I’m not much of a baseball fan, but back when the Angels were the Anaheim Angels, I took my kids to watch them play the Baltimore Orioles at Angel Stadium. And, when they were really little, I watched them play in the local Little League Dodgers. My favorite part of the game was the pizza and beer afterwards at a pizza joint in Top Town called Lefty’s.
One time I took them to Dodger Stadium to watch the Dodgers play the Mets. I can still taste that Dodger Dog. I also took them to see the San Bernardino Spirit play down at Fiscalini Field on Highland Avenue around the same time period.
OK, if you really want to know, I’ve had an aversion to baseball ever since I got smacked on the side of my head by my next-door neighbor Jimmy Utt while playing catcher in a backyard game when I was about 12… I haven’t been quite the same ever since…just ask my wife.
Keep it flyin’,
Uncle Mott
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