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17264591_1741956099448808_6097539026645050374_nI saw this T-shirt, and I just had to have it!

I love the Dodgers, and I was born in April, but I’m only an old woman on the outside.

Inside, I’m the same youthful girl who had a board game with little cutout players — like Jim Fregosi and Dodger great Jim Lefebvre — where you rolled dice to move around the bases.

Damn! I wish I still had that game.

However, I have something even better: Dodger Stadium just a mile from my home, close enough to hear the cheers when I’m not in my season seats in the top row of the Top Deck.

And it’s less than two weeks to Opening Day! Go Dodgers!!!!!

Two weeks from tomorrow, the Dodgers will set out on another months-long journey toward, hopefully, postseason success.

I love baseball season. Not just because it starts in my favorite month, but also because it always gives me something to talk about and share with people wherever I go.

My closest friends, of course, know about my True Blue Dodger love, but even people who barely know me can tell I’m a fan, because, during baseball season, I’m always sporting the colors: The calligraphic Dodgers logo splayed across my deep blue breast, images of Kershaw and the now retired Vin Scully, and sayings like “This Is Next Year.”

That reminds me, I have to pull my collection of T-shirts out of storage. Almost time to let my Dodger Freak flag fly!

 

la-1487289154-y0rw70m4ft-snap-photoIt’s déjà vu all over again.

I remember the last time we picked up a relief pitcher with a crazy beard from San Francisco. If I remember correctly, it didn’t end well. I have never been so ashamed to wear my “00 Wilson” T-shirt.

Let’s hope the new guy, Sergio Romo, will be more effective than his predecessor.

Now, he claims to be a lifelong Dodgers fan, being from SoCal and all. But I don’t know how you play for the Giants if you’re True Blue. It would be like me going to work at the White House of one who will not be named, just because the job carried a hefty paycheck. I would feel like a whore.

I know, I know, baseball players go where the money is, part of the game. But some instinct impels me to not trust him. Although, he recently told the L.A. Times about how, when the Giants came to L.A., his friends and family all showed up at Dodger Stadium wearing the appropriate colors for a night at the Ravine. His Giant bosses were less than thrilled.

“It didn’t really fly well,” he said. “But now they get to bring that blue and white out. They can bring it out the closet now.”

Good for them, let’s hope he makes them proud!