In my 27 years on Earth, and two years prior to entering this world, the Los Angeles Dodgers never made it to baseball’s Promised Land, until now.

Cubs fans are scoffing at me: “29 years? That’s cute.”

I know. It’s not 108 years, but it feels like a lifetime. And for those who weren’t alive in 1988, 29 years is a lifetime.

And now that the Dodgers are in the World Series. Like, really there. No dreams, no Kirk Gibson limping around the bases, no Tommy Lasorda jumping 2 inches into the air, no sombrero to the sky, I don’t even care about the outcome.

Years of futility didn’t stop me. It sure didn’t stop my dad, who dragged me to watch mediocre (at best) after mediocre team at Dodger Stadium, and pretended to be Vin Scully announcing his dream scenario: “Tim Weisberg, shortstop. L.A. Dodgers.”

National League West title after National League West title with no World Series on the resume didn’t stop us either.

This is the United States’ second-largest television market and from the South Bay to the Valley, from the westside to the eastside, even Ventura County suburbia, we bleed blue. No matter what.

And the Dodgers being on the brink of elimination isn’t going to stop me.

It’s Justin Turner smashing a home run when we need it the most. It’s Cody Bellinger putting up a finger to his lips to “shhh” the crowd after going yard. It’s Clayton Kershaw stoically walking off the mound after another unhittable curveball. It’s Kenley Jansen pointing to the sky when he closes the deal with one last, breaking cutter.

It’s also a taxed Kenta Maeda, flawless in the first two rounds of the playoffs, serving up a three-run bomb to Jose Altuve, and blowing a three-run lead with one swing. It’s also Brandon Morrow, pitching for the 12th time in 13 games, giving up four runs in one inning. It’s Kenley not being able to shut the door on those Astros hitters, and Kershaw giving up another home run.

It’s Justin Turner not hitting a fly ball far enough to bring in Chris Taylor, leaving a runner stranded on third yet again.

Gaining a lead, blowing a lead, rallying to extend a game when the Fat Lady was warming up the vocal cords.

Back and forth it has been. A comeback one inning, a bullpen folding in another.

When is the last time you saw a team take a four-run lead, blow it. Take a three-run lead, blow it, then rally from a three-run deficit, all in the same game, and lose?

Did I mention the Astros rallied from a four-run deficit, a three-run deficit, and blew a three-run lead in the same game and won?

This has been a World Series for the ages, and the Dodgers are finally in it!

It has sure been worth the wait.

And as the Dodgers sit on the brink of elimination down three games to two, we begin another journey Halloween night for Game 6, listening to Journey, for one last rallying cry.

Wouldn’t it be something if the Dodgers rallied for two wins at home to win the whole darn thing?

Don’t stop believing Los Angeles. This journey is even better than finally getting to the coveted destination.