As you no-doubt know by now, I self-identify as Chicano. While some older folks in this community consider it a bit of a derogatory term, where I come from it is not. On the contrary it implies political activism, community involvement, and cultural pride. If thats not me, then I don't know what is. And when I refer to someone else as a Chicano, I mean it as a huge compliment. I've written before about my old man and his love of baseball. A die-hard Dodger fan who bled Dodger blue and ensured his kids watched every Dodger game that came on TV. I grew up hearing Vin Scully call the games and my dad yell at the TV when LA was down. Tommy LaSorda was once the Grand Marshall of the Fiesta Bowl Parade and my dad rushed out to shake his hand, in the middle of the parade, as he drove by. A lot of Chicano kids from my generation played ball in the street and pretended they were Fernando Valenzuela himself. My kid brother was a pitcher and he must've spent hours trying to replicate ...