I seriously thought I was going to leave the Dodger Stadium with some scrapes and bruises. Maybe even a black eye. But quite the contrary.
I survived my first Dodger game - as a Giants fan.
All of my close and friends and relatives were warning me not to go. Others advised me to not even think about wearing my Giants gear to the game. They said I was going to get heckled by other Dodger fans and that they were going to make the evening very unpleasant for me.
I seriously panicked after hearing their comments and concerns. I feared for my life.
But as much as I was fearful and anxious, I was willing to take the risk. I even wore some bright orange socks the day of the game to show patriotism for the team I love.
The moment I stepped foot inside the Dodger Stadium, a sense of panic came over me.
I didn't even want to go to the bathroom by myself. I forced my friend to escort me everywhere throughout the whole game.
But to my surprise, people didn't seem to care at the colors I was wearing. People did stare, but most of them smiled and gave me props for wearing my orange gear and for representing my team.
It wasn't a bad experience at all.
Will I ever go to a Dodger game again? Maybe. As long as I get to wear my bright orange socks again.