My dad used to tell me about his days as a kid growing up in Brooklyn, curling up with a radio listening to the Dodgers play and occasionally getting to see them when they were still a Brooklyn team. He still talks about his heart break when they moved to Los Angeles like it still hurts. A million years later I finally went to my first Dodgers game and now understand the magic inside that stadium. Also the organists dropping Depeche Mode and Smiths between innings goes hard.