My name is Emma. I was born in Honduras and came to the LA when I was 13. No one in my family followed baseball so my first boyfriend introduced me to the game when I was 20 (long time ago) . He took me to my first game and I remember that he would listen to Vin Scully on the radio. I did not pay much attention as I would argue with him that Football was better than baseball. He would explain baseball to me and I would explain Football. I was a big Ram Fan then. He was born in Maine so his baseball team was the Red Sox but he was a fan of the Dodgers.

After we went our separate ways, I started attending some games with a very nice older Jewish lady from Brooklyn that used to talk about Sandy Koufax. I started getting into the game more and more.

The last games of 1980 had left me elated and devastated when we pushed for an extra playoff game with the Astros. that was an incredible last 3 games of the season where one game would have eliminated the Dodgers but they kept fighting back. We won in incredible fashion Friday, Saturday and Sunday. After it was official that we had won Sunday’s game, I got in line to buy a ticket for the extra playoff game on Monday. I remember I went to work that morning early and walked into my boss’s office to tell him I was only working half a day His response was “I am surprise you are even here..” Monday’s game was such a letdown with a lot of second guessing Lasorda. I sat in my car for quite a while all depressed.