Desperately trying to find good baseball to watch will drive you to strange places. If I wasn't from the early 80's I could almost enjoy watching the Dodgers, but the bile reaches my throat at the slightest hint of Lasorda.
Here's a true story.
I get my haircut by the same guy here in Midtown. He's the best. Best haircut I've ever had, same every time, only $25. A fucking steal in Manhattan. Anyway, he's an old Italian guy (like, from Italy, not like the sixth generation Americans you see on TV claiming to be Italian). On his wall is a bunch of famous people he's cut. Some actors. Some directors. Some athletes. And in the middle, biggest picture, is Tommy Lasorda.
I don't know, maybe it's just me, but if I was trying to brag about what an awesome barber I was, I'm not sure I'd put my picture of
Lasorda up on the wall.