I went to the playoff game at Dodger Stadium on Saturday night.  I wore my Dodger headband.  I held up the foam finger, the rubber ducky in his Dodger cap, and the boxing guy wearing his Dodger #1 Fan jersey.  I wore my Dodger pins.  I brought my transistor radio in order to listen to Vinny.  I even had an old, stale bag of authentic Dodger peanuts in my bag for good measure.  Clearly, none of my trinkets did any good at all.  I had so many good luck charms that the guy next to me said, "Do you have anything else in there?" The worst part of the entire evening was that we were literally surrounded by Mets fans.  I have no idea how these people ended up with the season seats.  Some sell-out fans must have sold their tickets to the highest bidder.  I felt as if I was watching the game in New York.  Even Jimmy Kimmel sneaked his way into our section toward the later innings and cheered for the Mets.  It was unbelievable.  The fans went from being depressed, to being elated, to being downright despondent.  I literally wanted to cry.  They showed Tommy Lasorda on the Diamond Vision screen when the Dodgers started scoring runs.  He was pumping up the crowd and urging people to cheer on the Boys in Blue.  Clearly, they should have brought him out in the first inning.  Maddux just didn't have what it took on Saturday night and the Mets simply outplayed us.  Every time things started looking up, the Mets battled back.  Oh, well.  It was fun while it lasted.  Let's hope the young players get better with age so that next year will be our year!  And if the Mets make it to the Big Dance, I'll definitely be cheering for the other team!

Paula Potter