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 Angels fan does not make me a Dodger Hater, though. On the contrary, I think the Dodgers represent pride and tradition better than any other team in baseball. But I just wanted to go over a few points and try to create some brotherly love and understanding, hand holding, and bong passing among baseball fans.
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