... In about the mid-1990s, after it became clear how awful the DeShields-Pedro Martinez trade was, I started to conjecture that the Dodgers really could become the Cubs - that a journey to 100 years of mediocrity can begin with a single step. Subsequently, I started to think that I might be following the same path. I'm a published writer, and people (some of them, anyway) have enjoyed my work. But I don't feel like I really made it to the champagne celebration in the locker room.
I'm very happy these days - I have a wonderful wife and a wonderful baby, and you won't catch me regretting the choices I made that allowed those things to happen. But I do have frustrations, and those frustrations, I've come to realize, are played out each time the Dodgers do something. Anything. I'm not just talking about the 162 games; I'm talking about the offseason trades and the decisions to replace the dirt warning track with rubber and the removal of the sandwich station on the Club level of Dodger Stadium. I was raised in an easier time, where things were more often right than wrong, and I haven't shed my addiction to that time. I want things with the Dodgers to be right. That, essentially, is the genesis of this website - to deal with that want.
I think what it is, is that when I was younger, the games were more fun. They were carefree. Now, they do seem to mean more to me. They carry this weight. And now, it's been so long since the Dodgers have been a winner, I can't imagine anymore what it will be like to celebrate that. I hope I enjoy the glory, if it ever comes, as much as I've suffered the pain. I think maybe I will.
– Dodger Thoughts, March 12, 2003
Lorenzo Charles died, and that was by far the worst news I heard all day.
I poked my thumb on a fork in the dishwasher, and that was by far the most pain I felt all day. I slammed my hand down on the counter and cursed.
But the angriest I got over the McCourt news today was when my web browser crashed while pages were loading.
This afternoon, I found myself wondering why I can get angry at so many things, so many little things – "Why won't this page load?! It's a computer! It's all 0s and 1s!" – and yet I can remain unflappably calm over the way Frank McCourt treats the team I grew up loving.
It's not because I don't care. I couldn't write for this website if I didn't care.
Sometime over the eight years since I wrote the post excerpted above, Dodger games went back to the way they were. They went back to being carefree, to being an escape. I suffer every loss, yearn for every win, but even with a losing team, the games are a release for me again. They don't carry weight. I channel my frustration elsewhere.
So much of the frustration and anger in my life is about unmet expectations. The computer should work. I should be able to do the dishes without maiming myself. March Madness God should not die at age 47. The biggest one of all: I'm not the person I want to be.
But Frank McCourt has no way left to disappoint me, because I have zero faith in the man to do the right thing. I have no expectations of him.
This is a particularly personal view that I don't necessarily expect anyone else to share, so please don't get the idea that I'm telling any of you not to be angry. You have every right. I'm just talking about me here.
I think part of my problem in life has been that I've not always been cynical enough, which is why I'm so easily disappointed. But McCourt is like a shot of cynicism straight into my veins. In some ways, it's a relief. McCourt might own the Dodgers, but he doesn't own me.
The Dodgers are my Odyssey, and to paraphrase Roberto Baly, Vin Scully is my Homer. Safe at home or mired on the seas, the Dodgers are a story, an endless fable that I see in the making, and so, so instructive.
The way I react to each chapter in this epic is the way I wish I reacted to the rest of my life. Suffer with dignity, accept limitations, believe that the next good moment is around the corner. I don't want to have to become a cynic to survive my remaining time in this world, but if I can ever learn to take the bad with the good in my everyday life, like I do with the Dodgers, I'll be the better man for it.
Don't surrender. Be a dreamer, not a demander. It might not be what you need, but it's what I need.