There’s no better way to fill a Saturday morning than perusing the vast aisles of a members-only warehouse club—“where shopping is a baffling ordeal.” But nothing—not even a drum of coffee beans—catches my attention quicker than the neatly folded heaps of clothes in the warehouse’s hub. This latest trip revealed a fresh stack of baseball jerseys—and a couple of fans inspecting the goods.

Never one to overlook Dodgers gear, I moseyed over to take a gander—and that’s when I saw him. (more…)