My kid, as all kids in Los Angeles eventually get around to, once inquired, “Dad, what’s a Dodger?”
That’s the baseball team here, son.
“No, I mean, what’s a ‘Dodger?' ”
Ah. Like Jazz in Utah. The Lakers here. Or, maybe, what’s a Knickerbocker? Are there really Braves in Atlanta?
It’s a person who, uh, dodges. Trolleys, back in the day. Now, it would seem, stability. Consistency.
Since the last championship, eight managers have come, including, expected as of Monday, Dave Roberts. Seven have gone. Five general managers, not including Tommy Lasorda, but including Andrew Friedman/Farhan Zaidi. Four ownership groups, not including Major League Baseball, which covered the time between Frank McCourt and the Guggenheim posse.
That’s over 27 years, but still, with every owner, every general manager, every field manager came new ideas, new directions, new players, new commitments to “doing it the right way” and fresh fawning over a tradition that was in the process of being paper-cutted intoRead More »from Dave Roberts is the definition of what a Dodger is today