How I came to love orange balls. We may need counseling. I’ll leave it up to you.

It’s time. I’ve been hiding something from you. I wanted to tell you right away, but I was afraid you wouldn’t like me afterwards. Then one thing led to another, and suddenly I liked you. A lot. And I just got more and more afraid that if I said something, we’d never be the same. But it’s just gotten to be too much for me. If I don’t say it now, I may never say it. So here goes…

I grew up a Los Angeles Lakers fan.

Wait, let me explain…

When I was five, my mom remarried and we moved to the Los Angeles area. I spent a lot of time around my new stepdad, Ray, and he was looking for ways for we gents to bond. He was a baseball fan, and so my introduction to pro sports was with the Los Angeles Dodgers. I spent those first years with the longest-running infield in history: Steve Garvey, Davey Lopes, Bill Russell, and Ron Cey. Along with Dusty Baker, Rick Monday, Reggie Smith, Tommy John, Don Sutton, and Tommy Lasorda, there was plenty to love about that team, and Ray and I found a common bond that started an amazing relationship. Lots of trips to Chavez Ravine upper deck in my youth. Dodger Dogs are one of those things that you love – if you loved them as a kid. Literally the canvas upon which I discovered that ketchup and mustard go together. If you hadn’t had them at that age, they’re… average, even against the Rockie Dogs at Coors Field Grille. Chavez has also always served Pepsi, and there aren’t many mortal sins you can commit with me in this world, but… Just …read more