A Stranger In a Strange Land--A Giant Fan Stuck In LA

Dave DalbyContributor IJanuary 31, 2010

Why am I here? The age old question about life and living.  In my case, the question as to why I am in Los Angeles (aka SoCal, LaLa Land, Shakey Town).  Well things happen along the road of life.  I wound up here in the Summer of 1989 due to a job change.  I made it back for the World Series that year--just not when I planned.  So for twenty plus years I have lived as A Stranger in a Strange Land--apologies to Robert Heinlein. I always meant to go back--it just hasn't happened yet.

 There is no hatred like that between the Dodgers and Giants.  You can say the Yankees and Red Sox is worse--but when did one of them take a bat to the other team's player?  So I am marooned in the home of the Dodger Blue.  Where Tommy's blood drips Blue.  Where fans come late and leave early--I have seen it with my own eyes.  Where the Home Boys where shorts and coats at the same time.  There is so much to like about LA such as the weather and lots of places to go.  But it is not home and I don't like Blue.

Anyway,  I will try to write from the enemy's camp.  With a perspective of someone who has lived in two worlds, the two Californias.