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I was probably 8 years old (circa 1988) when I remember going to my first baseball game at Chavez Ravine. We got to the stadium and ascended somewhere mid-level. As the green, lush field came into view for the very first time I was overwhelmed. There was so much going on. The white chalk lines were perfect, players were warming up, news reporters were interviewing, fans were everywhere, the smell of Dodger Dogs were