I guess I was fated to be a Dodgers' fan since I was born in Brooklyn the year they left ('58). We followed them out to LA seven years later when my Dad's job moved to California. I didn't know how good I had it since they won five WS titles by the time I was 30.
As the bottom of the 9th opened for Game 1 of the '88 Series, my wife, 3-months pregnant with our first child, was peacefully sleeping in the upstairs bedroom of our Ann Arbor townhouse. When Gibby homered, I (naturally) started screaming and jumping up and down. My wife (of course) was startled out of her slumber and thought that I was being murdered by a home invader. When she realized I wasn't, she was only partially mollified and made me walk around the block three times until I calmed down.
Apparently, my developing daughter in utero, also did not take kindly to my carrying-on. Since her birth, the Dodgers have continually come close to another title but always fall short. I really thought they'd do it in 2018, because she was pregnant with her own first child that October. But the Red Sox dashed those hopes in five games.
Finally, my 32 year wait mercifully ended when Urias fanned Adames this past Tuesday, and my very own "Curse of the Bambina" was lifted. Hallelujah!
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