As a lifelong hater of the Evil Empire, I’m never inclined to write off the Yankees. But with the Rangers crushing them for a third time in a row, and taking a commanding lead in the American League Championship Series, the smart money is on Texas.
Over in the National League, things are far more up in the air, but the Giants are in an excellent position, leading the series 2-1.
So if present trends continue, the World Series will be San Francisco v. Texas. You couldn’t ask for a better political metaphor.
Ever since my grandpa told me about dodging trolleys outside Ebbets Field to watch the Brooklyn Robins, and then took me to Oldtimers Day 1972 at Dodger Stadium, when they retired the numbers of Jackie Robinson, Roy Campanella, and Sandy Koufax, I’ve been a confirmed Dodger fan. (Okay — when the Prince of Darkness owned the team for a few years, I switched to the Red Sox, and still like them. But that’s over with now.).
What’s a Democratic Dodger fan to do? Texas is impossible, but….the Giants?
Answer: Yes, the Giants. Actually, the real hatred in today’s Dodger-Giant rivalry only heads one way — south. San Franciscans hate Los Angeles with an unreal passion: I once asked a Giant fan whom he would root for if it was the Dodgers v. Al Qaeda. He said he just wouldn’t watch. Angelenos, on the other hand, think of San Francisco as a pleasant enough little town, good for a romantic weekend or a place to take the kids, maybe a way to get out of the summer heat. Not really a city, mind you, but a nice enough place.