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Bill Leavens's avatar

At the tender age of 11, I gave up on the Dodgers and baseball in general after they left Brooklyn. That was MY team - the only team. I had a beloved ball autographed by the greats - Newcombe, Pee Wee, Hodges, Campenella... and I have no idea where it is now. Didn't care. The world had been revealed to me. Loyalty, the magic of the game, professional sports suddenly meant nothing. I wasn't heartbroken. I was abandoned, and the world became a place where dollars and cents were all that mattered. Phooey.

Judy Malkin's avatar

Long ago, when I was 8 or 9, I used to listen to the Brooklyn Dodgers on the radio, under the covers, when I was supposed to be asleep.

In 1955 I was in grade 6. The school PA system carried Game 7 - during the school day!

I stayed a Dodger fan through the move, although I was heartbroken. Even after I moved to Toronto (in 1976) I was still a fan … I remember the Kirk Gibson homer in 1988.

But these days, I admit, I bleed BLUE JAYS blue. I hope all you Dodger fans out there will join me on Tuesday evening to help the Jays beat the hated pin-stripers 😉.

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