We all come to Halos Heaven because we are fans of the Angels. For some of us, it's been a lifelong love affair. Many were brought in by the championship season of 2002 and even more are coming on board due to the signing of Pujols. Whether you are an old timer or new comer, the Angels are part of your life; the one thing we all have in common. Tell us how/when/why you became a fan. I'll start.
I will be 36 next month and grew up in a small farming town outside of Bakersfield. Baseball was always on the radio when I was a kid. Everywhere from my dad's truck to the barbershop, there was a game on. As a youngster, I didn't pay much attention but was told to root against the Dodgers.
In 1986, though, something caught my ear and I did pay attention: the name "Wally Joyner." I can't tell you how excited my 10 year old self was to hear "my" name on the radio. "Dad, are we related to him?" I asked only to be told not only "no", but that "it's not even spelled the same way."
Spelling aside, I had my favorite player and the Angels were my favorite team. From there I learned about other great players like Bob Boone and Dick Shofield. The collapse against the Sux didn't even phase me because I was 10 and 100% confident Wally and crew were going to win many World Series titles for the Angels. Starting in 1987, I figured.
I ended up waiting 16 years to see the Angels win the World Series; long enough to graduate high school, take down the Wally Joyner poster, and go to college. When Erstad caught that last out I thought about how long the journey had been, those who were no longer with me, and how I thought it would never happen. My eyes got more than a little watery.
Now I live in Orange County and am fortunate enough to buy a 21 game package and make it out to Spring Training almost every year. I have a lot of little joys in life, but none of them make me feel like a 10 year old kid like Angels baseball.