My streak of 57 years attending a Los Angeles Dodgers’ game every year might be coming to an end.
I started following the Dodgers around the time I made my first Communion in May 1965. I was an unlikely fan.
My dad was a second-generation Italian who worked around the clock to keep his small flower business afloat, my mom a schoolteacher. Neither had grown up around baseball or sports in general. It was an older cousin who played Little League and collected baseball cards who got me interested.