Today is the start of the 2010 World Series and I call on Dodger Nation to send along all the bad mojo and losing wishes to our neighbors to the north. Pull out your voodoo dolls and make your sacrifices to the mighty Dodger in the sky because this Dodger fan just cannot accept a Giant victory parade this year. No- I cannot accept that!
In light of this I want to pass along a story I may have told several years ago on this blog. An old friend of mine used to work at a shirt manufacturer which happened to have an account with the Dodgers. In 2002, the last time the Giants were in the World Series, he was chatting with someone in the Dodger front office about an order when he brought up an aged old question. Since the Dodgers are not vying for the ring who do you root for? Do you favor the National League club?
Then, in the background, he could hear the screams of an old man cursing at the top of his lungs. At first he could not make it out, but soon realized what he was hearing. Tommy Lasorda was in the room and was screaming at the phone chastising my friend. He repeated over and over the following mantra: "We hate the Giants!"
"We hate the Giants!"
"We hate the Giants!"
"We hate the Giants!"
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