I’m not going to lie: the first time I saw “Mr. Smith Goes to Washington,” I missed half of lunch so I could finish the film in my eighth grade U.S. history class. Feeling all patriotic and teary-eyed afterward, I had a whole new respect for black and white movies, Jimmy Stewart and dare I say it — politicians.
Since I was six years old, I’ve been watching Angel games from the stands, patiently enduring the years of mediocre seasons to arrive at the Promised Land with the 2002 World Champion Anaheim Angels.