I've been listening to Vin Scully call the Dodgers since the late 20th Century. The Grand Old Game might seem quaint to some, maybe even antiquated in today's Social Media instant-gratification world. This sport that is still played like they did in 1890, with no clock and immersed in superstition, has a special place in my heart.

Maybe it's a love song -- a bromance -- but I'm not embarassed. The Dodgers will always be my boyhood team. Dem Bums from Brooklyn, underdogs from a bygone era, who put on the same blue uniform and swing for the fences. The old fashioned way.