The Dodgers

Growing up in Palo Alto, it had been suggested that I might want to be either an A's fan or a Giant's fan. Honestly I never mustered the energy to develop any sort of affection for one or the other. They both are plagued by terrible color schemes - I mean, how can the Giants represent the city of the gays with orange & black. I realize that Halloween was the biggest holiday in SF for many years, but really does our team need to dress like a pumpkin through-out the summer?
The A's aren't any better - Green & Yellow? Ick.

So, until I became Duncan's girlfriend back in my early 20's I let baseball be. But he wasn't content with my empathy towards the boys of summer. He did not make me choose between the A's or the Giants. Instead I was instilled with a loathing for the Dodgers. He explained that the Dodgers were against all good things. I liked kittens, the Dodgers hated kittens. They were for cloudy rainy days, I like the sun. They represented all things bad in the world.

About six years later, I did move to Los Angeles. I tried to embrace my new home. I went to a Dodgers game - they were playing the Giants, so it was kinda OK. I ate a Dodgers Dog and was nearly injured in the 3 fights that broke out within 10 seats from me - and I wasn't even seated in the bleachers. Such a contrast to my later experiences at PacBell Park when I moved back... from fist-fights at the Dodgers game to white wine and sushi at the Giant's park.

So, what has prompted me to write this? I have been receiving spam from the Dodgers for the last five years. I've tried to remove myself from their list. I've tried to put them on the black list with no success. They keep trying to invite me to their hateful games, despite moving 400 miles away and pledging allegiance to the Giants. Nothing stops the spam. Duncan was right, the Dodgers are evil.