#baseball-fandom

#baseball-fandom

A year ago tomorrow , the Zacatecas native suffered a heart attack and mild stroke in the moments after seeing his Dodgers win Game 2 of the World Series against the New York Yankees. He spent three days in a medically induced coma at St. Francis Medical Center in Lynwood and regained consciousness to news from jubilant nurses that the Dodgers had won the championship.

There is no real sense in getting upset about the Los Angeles Dodgers, for more or less the same reasons that there is no real sense in getting upset about the weather. Both are awe-inspiring and annoying in about equal measure, but there is only so much that can really be done about either. In this case, I guess, "reasonable expectations about how much fun the World Series might be" are the equivalent of carrying an umbrella.

It was incredible. It was the first championship for the team in six years - their last year as a short-season affiliate in the New York-Penn League - so it's been a while since they had won.

In the recent years I've tried to become a 162-girl. If you don't know what I'm talking about, being a 162 person means that you care about every single baseball game that your team plays. Every game matters to you, from the inning-byinning minutiae to the broader divisional/post-season context. Some people can't be 162-ers, whether they don't have the time to be fully invested or don't have the drive. But the diehards who have the time and energy are my 162 people.