So close. Yet so far. I started the season at the largest baseball game in history. And ended it with the closest we've come to the World Series since I lived here. It was twenty years to the day from Gibson's famous home run - video that still gives me goosebumps every time they play it in the jumbotron. And you can't help but love everything about Tommy LaSorda. Talk about blue blood. We didn't win. It wasn't our time. But how can you be upset about just being part of baseball in October, especially when its your own team and your home stadium?