For the first decade of my life, Mike Scioscia made me a winner. When I was just four years old he brought Anaheim and the Angels their first ever World Series title. While they won that historical Game 7 well past my bed time, the feeling of knowing I was vicariously a winner was enough for me to hold my head high going to school the following week.
And after that it continued. Even while life taught me times aren’t always easy and you lose people you love even at a young age, Scioscia kept me winning. Capturing five American League West titles in six years, I got used to being the best.