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50 Years After Losing the Dodgers, Brooklyn Doesn't Care
While all the cheesy babybooming douches like Costas and McCarver harken back endlessly about the good ole days of the Boys of Summer before they left NY and moved to LA, keep in mind one thing - people in Brooklyn don't miss the Dodgers.
They might miss Vin Scully, or decent National League baseball, but miss or care about the Bums? Faggitaboutit.
"When Pee Wee Reese died," said Marty Adler, who has spent years inducting Brooklyn Dodgers into a Hall of Fame he formed, "we tried to get a school named after him. But so many people didn't know who the heck he was." Up on Montague Street in the financial district, a plaque on the side of a bank marks the spot where the Brooklyn Dodgers offices were located, the building where Jackie Robinson put his name on a Dodgers contract and his lasting imprint on the civil-rights movement. It reads: "Where the Dodgers made baseball history and Jackie Robinson changed America."
In a noon-time crowd, no one gives it a second glance.
"When I walk through the streets of Bay Ridge," said former Dodgers catcher Joe Pignatano of the Brooklyn community in which he lives, "half the people don't even know who I am. That's OK. I like it that way." - LA Times