Anyone who knew me as a child or high school philanthropist, drifter, song writer, poet and idiot, recognized I was a Dodger fan. (Mostly for the hot dogs.)
Tonight, I’m placing my plastic LA Dodger helmet,( purchased from a local drug store in Spokane Washington forty years ago) down…rooting for a game seven. I’m not rooting for the Rays, I just want one more game.
America needs a game seven.