I know that no one who comes to this site cares one wit about the Los Angeles Dodgers, and that's fine, but I care, and for a good reason, so I'm going to write about them. If you have a problem with that, go away.

I grew up in LA, and I'm a sports fan, so naturally, I follow the Dodgers. But it goes deeper than that. It's in my blood. Literally.

My dad was born in Brooklyn in 1936. Like most kids in that era, he was a huge baseball fan. He loved the Dodgers. He used to sneak in to Ebbets Field with his buddies as a kid. Then the Dodgers up and moved from Brooklyn and relocated in Los Angeles in 1958. My dad was 22. He followed the Dodgers west to Southern California soon after.

My dad grew up in the age of radio. He didn't see ballplayers on TV all the time. There was no Superstation. There was no ESPN. The players were like gods. I used to imagine what it was like for my dad to go to Ebbets Field on the day of the game. Tons of people streaming into the stadium, he and his friends with no money desperate to get just a glance at the players, sneaking peaks through the outfield fence. It must have been amazing.

I got some of the sense of what it must have been like last week when I went to see the Dodgers playing the Giants at SBC Park a few weeks back. I left for the game early. I took BART across the bay and walked from downtown to the stadium. Out in right field, there's a section outside the park where fans without a ticket can look on and see the action. I had heard about it. I had seen it from inside the stadium, but I had never been there myself.

As I was walking around the stadium, I could look in through the right field fence and see the Dodgers taking batting practice. I stopped by the fence and watched Eric Gange and Derek Lowe shagging fly balls and talking to fans. They looked like giants to me. I looked down at the grass which looked so perfect and so green. The chalk was perfect. Even the dirt on the warning track was perfect. Fans were hanging out in the right field stands begging the players for a ball or an autograph. I thought immediately of my dad and his friends back at Ebbets Field in the late 40s.

Ok. On to current matters at hand. When I wrote about the Dodgers last Friday, they were 6-2 with the best record in the National League. Over the weekend they swept the Padres including two shutouts by Lowe and Weaver and at 9-2, now have the best record in baseball and are off to their best start since 1955. Now I'm not saying they are going to win the World Series or anything. They haven't won a playoff series since I was a freshman in college in 1988, but things are looking good for a decent season.

I was watching Sportscenter last night, and I was shocked that there was no coverage of the Dodgers. None. They didn't even make the show. Yankess. Yes. Red Sox. Yes. Nationals and Marlins and Phillies and Mets, but no Dodgers. No reporting on the best team in the game. Talk about your East Coast bias.