I’ve lived in Northern California for 23 years, but I was born 15 minutes away from Dodger Stadium and Dodger Blue still runs in my veins. There still hasn’t been a World Series moment to rival 1988 with Kirk Gibson and Orel Hershiser.

(Gosh…I’d sidebar about marrying a Giants fan, but fortunately Cacey isn’t too nuts about baseball.)

Anyway, my buddy Clayton is a lifelong Cardinals fan, and he and I have been wanting to see a game together. The last regular season series between both teams was last week, so we put it together and made it happen.

Now, for those of you who think Facebook and Twitter are useless, I twittered a few weeks ago that I was going to go down for the game, and my good friend and real estate magnate Christine Schlittenhart responded back and said she had a family connection with some free tickets! (And in case you’re wondering, of course I’ll report the gift on my disclosure form as required by law, even though it has zero connection to my elected role.)

So I flew down on Sunday night, and worked out of Clayton’s law office on Monday. Got to see several old friends, and then we headed to the game that evening. My dad and brother met up and joined us for a great evening of baseball in great seats on the second deck.

The Cardinals did end up pulling off a 3-2 win, but we all had a great time nonetheless, and the Dodgers are still the best team in the National League (and almost all of baseball, except for the cursed Yankees).