I used to eat Dodgers peanuts. I’d laugh at the losers who ate Angels or Padres peanuts. The Dodgers peanuts just tasted better and they’d always be the first ones gone from the peanut display at Ralph’s, leaving sack after sack of lame Halo nuts that no one would ever buy. But when you’re team kicks you in the nuts, well, you need to reevaluate your nut consumption.

Now, of course, I only eat Yankees peanuts and apparently I’m not the only nut who’s looking to switch teams. About three months after I publicly quit the Dodgers, I came across this article in the Sunday Los Angeles Times (see the photo above).

It tells the story of fans in Yucaipa and Mar Vista and Encino – lifelong Dodgers fans – that are quitting the Dodgers. It talks about how people are no longer flying their Dodgers flags in their yards; about how the combination of a crappy team and no televised games is, increasingly, leading fans to find something better to do.

The article outlines the fact that the Dodgers are owned by a financial conglomerate and that, in the end, should the Dodgers begin to lose fans at the rate they’re losing games, the company will just sell the team, make their profit and move on. When that happens, the Dodgers will be approaching forty years of futility without a championship and, just like the Lakers, they’ll be an afterthought in a town they once owned.

But this really doesn’t mean shit to me because I have a three-day weekend coming up. On Memorial Day I’ll be memorializing DiMaggio and Gehrig and Ruth and Jeter and Judge with Yankee Dogs (they look just like Dodger Dogs but when you win everything just tastes better) and Yankees Peanuts while watching the greatest team in the annals of baseball play on TV. (The Dodgers will licking their wounds after getting swept by the Padres.)

I don’t care if anyone else quits the Dodgers, but it was nice to see that I’m not the only sports fan around here with enough nuts to stand up for what’s right.