Torn between two lovers

You wouldn't know it, but I really love baseball. I like a lot of sports actually, even though I'm not an athlete. But baseball is probably my favorite. The sound of the ball connecting with the bat (especially wood) gives me thrills. And while sitting through most games can seem like a lifelong commitment, the crowds, the hot dogs, the beer and those few exciting moments when someone hits one out of the park all make up for the 6 or 7 scoreless innings. Maybe it's the movies that make me love it so. Dang, I love a good sports movie. Any sport, doesn't matter--except for "Any Given Sunday." For some reason, that movie bored me.
"The Natural" reduces me to tears.

So what if Robert Redford was a little long in the tooth (but still sooo hot).

But here's the thing that will probably illicit boos from the crowd--I don't really have a favorite team. (gasp) I kind of follow the "while I'm hear I might as well root for the home team" mentality. Growing up, my Dad was a Phillies phan (see how I did that?). Therefore, I loved the Phillies. This was the Mike Schmidt, Garry Maddox, Tug McGraw, Tim McCarver and yes, even Pete Rose era. That is some awesome facial hair, right there. I even forgave them for the "what were they thinking" powder blue uniforms.

Then, came my love of the Mets because of Lee Mazzilli,

whom I followed to the Rangers, and the Yankees, and ....oh, let's face it, Lee saw more action than a hooker at a bachelor party. Mmmm, Lee....Oh, where was I? After than, I dated a Yankees fan, and so, Yankees it was. But deep inside, I still loved the Phillies.

After moving to Los Angeles, and spending 10 years working for the most fervent Dodgers fan in LA, I became a Dodgers fan. Go Blue! So, you can imagine how I'm torn this week. I really want the Dodgers to win this and go on to the series, but (she says taking cover) I was secretly really excited that the Phillies won last night.