There's No One Like Nomo

Real Nomo prepares to sue for defamation. Hello, my name may or may not be Hideo Nomo, and I am honored and grateful to have been elevated (along with my homies-in-crime Baker & Stubbs) from comment section squatter to full-on Son of Steve Garvey. (I just hope Dad knows he has these extra mouths to feed now.) A bit of my history with the Dodgers: I was christened a Dodger fan at birth, as most kids born in L.A. in the ‘70s were. I learned how to both love and hate the Dodgers from my great-grandfather, for whom saying “You goddamn Bums!” was as easy as breathing. I consider myself a lifelong Dodger fan, though there were long stretches of my life where I didn’t care at all about them. We’ll call those the dark times. The most recent dark time ended in 2008 when I went to a game and saw Chad Billingsley strike out 13 Marlins. I was back in with a vengeance. Prior to that game, the Dodgers had lost just about every game I attended. I attended two baseball camps in my you...