My father used to be business partners with Steve Garvey, and so for several years we were given the royal treatment at Dodger Stadium. After he left the team, we were still accorded special privileges like discounted tickets and preferential treatment. To this day, my father knows nothing of “uncle Steve’s” several extramarital affairs and children born out of wedlock and only remembers the good times when we would go to the stadium on someone else’s buck. When I asked who he was on the field, my father would invariably answer, “How the hell should I know? You going to finish that hot dog?” Like father like son.