Let me start off by stating that I'm a diehard Los Angeles Dodgers fan. It's not a flash-in-pan admiration for the Dodger Blue. I've been cheering them on since the days of Fernandomania. For you younger readers, that would be Fernando Valenzuela, the butterball left-hander who carried the team's pitching staff to a World Series title in 1981 against the hated New York Yankees.
I've been following the Dodgers ever since, through the miracle 1988 World Series run with Kirk Gibson to the woeful early 1990s and those last-place finishes to no playoff series win since beating Oakland in that previously mentioned '88 Series.
But now I reside in Arvada, Co., a suburb of Denver, and I get daily reports on the hometown Colorado Rockies, an NL West rival.
Now, unlike the San Francisco Giants, I harbor no ill-will toward the Rox. Why should I? The team has only been in existence for 15 years, there are no players on the team that I can truly say I dislike. Shoot, there are some I downright love to watch play -- Todd Helton, Matt Holliday and Troy Tulowitzki to name a few.