I am a genetic Dodger fan. I was born in Brooklyn and went to Ebbets Field in the three years before they moved. When I first arrived in LA for a new job in 1976, the radio in the rental car I got had its radio set to the Dodgers’ station, so one of the first voices I heard here was Vin Scully. Nearly as much as I love the Dodgers, I love the game. But the last few months have challenged that. More than the steroid era or the “hopped up” ball years, with their inflated statistics,






