Tragedy Tomorrow, Anaheim Tonight

For a fan base that fancies itself the carriers of the You Gotta Believe legacy, we are making me sick. Yankees? Phillies? Yeech. Phooey. You gotta believe in something better than the infinitesimal lesser of two enormous evils. You gotta believe, if only for another night, in the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim. The Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim still have their wings. They play tonight. They need our support. I'd given up on them in defense against onrushing disappointment, but I now realize I was too early and that it is not too late. Prepare yourself. You know it's a must. Gotta have a friend in Aybar, in Figgins, in Lackey. Gotta line up on the side of the Angels. For you, it's a matter of contingency. For me, it's a matter of faith. In the summer of 2002, my cat Casey died. I was miserable. He became, for the next several months, my spirit in the sky...my angel, if you will. I communicated with him there as best I could. He may not have been ...