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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!

 

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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!

cropped-img_5298.jpgEven though my life is more complicated and exhausting than ever before, I have convinced Steve (my hubby) to go in on Dodger season tickets for 2014 (in the Top Deck, of course).

When I called to upgrade from last year’s mini-plan, I discovered that Oscar — the longtime account representative who had helped me for so many years — no longer worked on season ticket accounts. I guess he did so well smashing my dreams and expectations last year that they gave him a promotion to Customer Service. But I am putting last year’s nastiness behind me. I am starting fresh, with no desire to complain incessantly. I want this year to be a no-stress Dodger fan experience. All the drama should be left on the field.

No More Tears, right?

This year, Kyle is my guy. So far, he has done a good job of taking my credit card payment, but I had to nag him like a Brooklyn housewife to send me a confirmation email and a time for Select-a-Seat Day. Uh oh, that sounds like complaining. Stop it!

OK. It’s a new season and a new year. Everything is peachy keen, and the Dodgers rule.

Blue is the new black.