Once upon a time, under the guidance of a prominent psychotherapist, I decided to write an autobiographical account of an introverted kid who was brutalized by his alcoholic father. But there was always a yearning to write something nice about a scatter-armed Dodger who was infuriating Los Angeles with his wild throws to first base. Ipso met facto and the result was a therapeutic process in which my perspective was altered by understanding life through the eyes of a guy who had a supportive father. The book had to be worthy of him. Altering psychoanalysis was th more...
