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.
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 😉.
We have the letters my husband wrote to Dodger management in 1946 (at the age of 5 or 6), full of advice about starting lineups, player talents or lack thereof. He borrowed the neighbor's newspaper in the AMs to look at the box scores (and then returned it in time).
He followed the team through its transition to L.A., though it took him a few years to catch up personally by moving from Brooklyn to L.A.
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.
I hear that the name "Dodgers" was picked up by a team out west elsewhere.
I was 13 when the Dodgers left Brooklyn. The Duke, Campy, Pee Wee, Jackie. Who was I going to root for? Not the hated Yankees!!
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 😉.
We have the letters my husband wrote to Dodger management in 1946 (at the age of 5 or 6), full of advice about starting lineups, player talents or lack thereof. He borrowed the neighbor's newspaper in the AMs to look at the box scores (and then returned it in time).
He followed the team through its transition to L.A., though it took him a few years to catch up personally by moving from Brooklyn to L.A.