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Go Dodgers! (or The Upside of Fair Weather Fandom)

fresh My heart belongs to the Detroit Tigers.

I have too many memories inside old Tiger Stadium to pretend otherwise. Jason Thompson’s smooth swing. Rusty Staub’s weird choke-up on the bat.

Those ghosts stay with you. If the Tigers ever met the Dodgers in the World Series, there’d be no doubt where I’d stand.

But the Dodgers don’t make a bad bridesmaid.

They won a thrilling seven-game World Series over the Toronto Blue Jays that is already considered classic. It had everything: back-and-forth leads, heroic pitching, and a finale that felt scripted by baseball gods.

Game 7 in Los Angeles will live in Dodger lore. The Dodgers took it 5–4, becoming the first team in 25 years to repeat as champions. They broke innumerable records in the march.

And that’s the beauty of being a fair-weather fan. It’s a vastly underrated quality in a sports fanThink about it: You can enjoy the hair-raising tension without having it fall out with disappointment. And if your fair weather team sucks, you can just swap them for a team you like for its grit, or its unlikely heroes.

Despite their colossus budget, This Dodgers managed both.

Shohei Ohtani reached base nine times in a single game earlier in the playoffs, a record-tying performance that felt mythic. He put the Babe in Ruthian.

Then came Yoshinobu Yamamoto, who arrived in Los Angeles already a legend in Japan. He won three games in a seven-game World Series, including games 6 and 7. By the end, he had written himself into Dodger history before his second season even began.

The Dodgers finished with 104 wins, another ring, and another parade that will stretch from downtown to Chavez Ravine. And it will include translators. I wonder if FOX will mute them.

Sure, I would have rather seen a parade on Michigan and Trumbull. The Tigers will always own my heart.

But this fall, the Dodgers earned my applause. They were the bridesmaid who stole the spotlight.

And for once, it was a helluva wedding.

Starvation Nation


Today we became Starvation Nation.

Forty-one million Americans woke to find their SNAP cards in limbo. The government tried to freeze the nation’s food lifeline, the Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program that feeds about one in eight people, but two federal judges forced a pause. For now, the Department of Agriculture must tap its emergency reserves, buying time but not relief.

The shutdown has become more than political theater. It has become hunger deferred.

Eight hundred seventy-three billion dollars flow each year into defense. About one hundred billion a year once flowed into meals.

The arithmetic of this country still favors missiles over milk.

SNAP was built for survival. It paid for eggs, fruit, rice, bread, milk, the staples that fill lunch boxes and dinner tables. Its loss, even for days, is nothing short of a national confession.

The program began as a promise. In the shadow of the Depression, leaders vowed that no American would go hungry again.

SNAP cards carried that promise through decades of crisis and calm. Each one allowed a parent to feed a child without begging. It allowed an elder to buy food without choosing between heat and hunger. It was an oath between people and their government that survival mattered more than partisanship.

That oath broke this week, then stumbled back to its knees under court order.

Every state now braces for impact. Governors call emergency meetings. Food banks across the country report record demand. New York officials have pledged millions in emergency funds to keep shelves stocked. Shelters stretch to capacity. Truckers slow. Grocery stores go quiet.

And once hunger enters, it lingers. Ask Gaza.

Every dollar lost at the register ripples through the economy. Each canceled shipment means fewer hands at work. Each meal skipped is another unpaid bill.

Through all of this, the twenty-four-hour news hums with headlines about foreign aid, about the hunger of others. Gaza still starves, and we send sympathy wrapped in red tape. Gaza and Gary, Indiana now share a dark similarity: food as a sentence, survival as submission.

America has a gift for contradiction. We spend with ferocity and save with cruelty. We say hunger builds character. We say scarcity teaches strength.

We repeat these myths until they sound like principles. But hunger does not shape virtue. It erases it. It turns patience into panic. It turns citizens into supplicants.

SNAP is more than a card. It is a heartbeat of the economy. Each dollar spent builds circulation. Each purchase confirms the idea that food is not a privilege.

Food is proof that a society still recognizes its own people. When that proof disappears, so does trust.

The shutdown now stands as a moral ledger. Political salaries continue. Lobbyist dinners continue. The military continues to receive full funding.

Only the poor have been asked to pause. Only the hungry have been told to wait. America is not short on money. It is short on mercy.

The hunger that begins this month will not remain in one neighborhood. It will reach classrooms and hospitals. It will shadow police reports and emergency rooms. It will raise crime and lower attendance. It will shape elections more powerfully than any debate on television.

Because when given the opportunity, hunger votes.

We like to say America feeds the world. We call ourselves the global grain, the land of abundance.

Yet our strength now hides behind empty congressional seats and closed wallets.

When the history of this week is written, it will not read like a fiscal story. It will read like an obituary for empathy.

A country that once fed millions now counts their silence as savings. Every missed meal will mark another line in that obituary.

Hunger reveals truth. It does not lie or exaggerate. It asks the oldest question any country must face: Who matters enough to eat?

Today, we declared what kind of country we are.