You know you don't get to watch a lot of baseball when you're frozen in ice.
The Brooklyn Dodgers finally won a World Series in 1955 and then moved to LA in 1958. Before I went to war in 1941 I got to see part of the Dodgers run for the World Series. They
lost that year to the Yankees and boy did that hurt, even thousands of miles away.
So the Dodgers moved to LA and broke my heart. On principle I'd never root for the Yankees because they're the
Yankees. But the Mets aren't a half bad consolation prize for a guy who's missed out on a lot of New York baseball.
The Mets made it to the World Series but something tells me the magic isn't going to let up just so I can sneak away and watch a game. Talk about rotten luck. But, if anyone is looking for me in the evenings most of this week, I'll probably be glued to the TV.