Well that was not very fun.  Once again, an exciting game that wound up being on the other side of the ledger for us.  Once again, there were no Halo fans in sight while this time sitting in the left field bleachers with my daughter.  This time, however, there were no personal attacks, but there was one fan in particular.  He was LOUD, obnoxious, without wit and unoriginal.  For nine innings he spilled beer and taunted the bullpen with "Hey Baaybee, how about you and me go to Rodeo drive tomorrow?  Long flight home tonight baaaaybee.  How about you and me go to Hollywood?" (That's what we get for being the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim.) 

To add injury to insult, after the end of the game, while the Yankees and their fans were in delirious, deserved celebration, I started my hop towards the top of the bleachers.  This was not the field level and the hand rail is lower and there are no seat backs to leverage.  It was awkward and after two steps, I fell.  For the first time since the amputation, I felt some serious pain (and significant embarrassment).  I got up, but was disoriented.  All of a sudden, an arm reached out, supported my rather bulky frame and literally lifted me up, step-by-step, hop-by-hop, all the way up the bleachers.  It was the LOUD obnoxious yankee fan.  

After depositing me in my wheelchair, he congratulated the Angels on a great season, shook my hand and left.  The sting of the defeat was still there, but somehow lessened.  For the second time in as many trips to Yankee Stadium, I had a very pleasant surprise.

I was humbled as an Angel fan by being taken to the woodshed and not coming through in clutch situations.  Not happy at all about losing the ALCS.  It'll take most of the autumn to get over this.  I was also humbled as a human to need and receive aid as I did.  But I'm not quite as unhappy about it and it's good to know that even a LOUD obnoxious fan can be a pretty decent human being.