I have loved the Dodgers since we moved to L.A. 24 years ago. When I go to a game, I get so riveted on the field that it is rare for someone or something to steal my focus.
On one sunny Sunday afternoon, the "someone" was Chloe Medlock.
Committed fan as I was, I freely admit that, for that one game when she joined my family, I paid more attention to her jokes, outbursts, gestures, questions, and side comments than to anything that took place on the diamond.
I haven't a clue who our opponent was on that beautiful day or whether we won or lost. All I remember was being witness to the multiple personalities of Chloe - bringing joy not only to me, my daughter, and my granddaughter, but to anyone in Section 3 of the Upper Deck who was fortunate enough to share grandstand space with that personification of pure childlike joy.