Cheers to the Angels

During this postseason, I've rooted against the Cardinals. Tonight I'm rooting against the Yankees. For as long as they survive and skip Pedro Martinez, I'll be rooting against the Phillies. But this afternoon I rooted for the Angels and, for the first time in a while where my positive baseball affinity is concerned, I've been rewarded. The Angels have been my Second Team since 2002 (with my auxiliary appreciation since 1986). It's an admittedly light affiliation, but it's tangible enough for me to sincerely enjoy their bouts of success when I'm not otherwise immersed in my First Team. Thus, I was quite delighted when erstwhile nemesis Bobby Abreu and all-time favorite opponent Vladimir Guerrero pooled their combined talents to slay the annoying closer of Red Sox Nation (an inning after our erstwhile Sandman made like an Orange County alarm clock and helped awaken the sleeping Angel bats). Most pleasant game of the postseason thus far. No ballpark look...