In life, much like in baseball, you don't always make it to the post-season. Not every year can be a championship year. Sometimes you lose more games than you'd like. You can get frustrated. Unexpected hardships and injuries can damage your offense.
I am an Angels fan, and this year I've often felt like my team's struggles on the field parallel what a hard year it has been for us personally.
I was raised in Southern California, I could easily be a Dodgers fan, and I was for most of my youth. However, for the last fifteen years or so my heart has belonged to the team on the other side of the freeway series. . . and maybe that isn't so surprising, our manager Mike Scioscia is one of "Tommy's Boys" after all.
The Angels play great baseball. Even in a bad year there things I know to be true and that I am proud of:
We don't cheat.
We play as a team.
We believe in the fundamentals of the sport.
We never, never give up.
This is why I am an Angels fan.
This is why I am glad my children are becoming Angels fans.