I’m an Angels fan. There. It’s out there and I feel pretty good about it. No longer will I feel the need to only wear red among my closest friends who will not snicker or judge me. I may even have a coming out party. I’m walking on eggshells as many of my colleagues here at LAist bleed Dodger Blue. Seriously, I’ve seen it. It’s really gross, like ink and ranch dressing. Being an......