With sports being such a big deal in this country, you’d think more fans would be better at it … at being a fan, that is. A lot of so-called fans don’t seem to know how the whole thing works. Duke Synder said, “You have to learn to hate Halloween.” What he meant was that as a Dodger, as a Dodgers fan, you gotta hate the Giants (it’s your sworn f’n duty), which means you must hate their colors, and by extension, Halloween, in all of its orange-and-black scariness.
A Gift From Your Grandpa
Baseball can be a little bit like church in that a lot of the meaning is in its rituals. That’s how most fans endure the 162-game season, why a team can be out of the pennant race in May and people will still show up—it’s the rituals, the smells, the sounds, the memories linked to Cracker Jack and the seventh-inning stretch. It feels like sitting on your grandpa’s lap. Everything’s gonna be alright. For nine innings you feel safe. When we’re small, there are some sports we sign-up for, but baseball is something you inherit.
The Flight Of “The Hawk”
By the time I first heard about The Hawk a lot of people were saying he was past his prime. But I didn’t know that. All I knew was that the voice coming out of the radio was talking about this player with high-pitched amazement, and The Hawk was about to bump my Lakers from the playoffs.