The Enemy of my Enemy is my Friend

I know it is wrong to find joy in the misery of others, and being a man filled not with spite or malice, it irks me so to revel in the downfall of the Los Angles Dodgers in the 2017 World Series.  Allow me to preface by saying I have several friends who are Dodger fans, and I wish them nothing but good health and happiness, however I loath their team.  I have been spoiled in recent years with three San Francisco Giants World Series victories, but the days of watching my beloved orange and black march confidently through October seem to be a thing of the past.  Normally once my team has hung up their bats for the season I turn the channel to football, or some obscure horror film I've watched more times than is psychologically healthy.  But with my arch nemesis making a strong run at the World Series title, I decided to succumb to my most malicious desires and cheer for the demise of my enemy.

   

With relatively similar colors as the Giants, I could root for the Houston Astros.  Orange in October just seems right.

Leaves blanket the ground, ghouls haunt the yard, and somewhere in Houston a bar is erupting with the screams of Astros fans as they become one game closer to doing the impossible.  

Yuli Gurriel not only came in clutch for his team, but also was captured on national television giving the most childish racist gesture to Yu Darvish.

The bar may be different, but the game remains the same.

Yuli is a character, one we will come to find both charming and excruciatingly annoying.  

In 2012 I could not be happier to see the once proud Justin Verlander knocked off his pedestal by two Pablo Sandoval home runs.  Several years down the road it was nice to witnes this man get a taste of redemption, at the expense of my foe of course.  

One day after Halloween, with the series extending to seven games, and myself with a malt liquor ravaged brain the Astros put the final nail in the Dodgers' coffin.  My arch rival died quietly amongst various bottles of vodka and gin.  I did not cheer victoriously, for my team did not win, but I sat easy in my chair knowing that neither did my enemy.