No, I'm not asking you to justify your loyalty to the team just because they're having a very bad season so far. (Indeed, I'm even sort of willing to give you credit for wearing that blue and white cap in these trying times.) I'm asking how you can root for a team that was the most hated rival of our beloved Brooklyn Dodgers before the third most evil man of the twentieth century (well, maybe fourth, since the poll was taken before Pol Pot's atrocities), Walter O'Malley, moved them to Los Angeles. How can you love a team that plays on the mainland, as opposed to our Long Island? (Yes, Brooklynites, we are on Long Island: what bridges or tunnels do you traverse to get to Nassau County?) Perhaps most importantly, how can you support a team that plays in the league that has the despised Designated Hitter Rule?
Update: Vince, seconded by Just Me, (see "Comments" below) points to a vein of Bomber loyalty among Italian-American Brooklynites of a certain age, in some cases transmitted to their offspring, yea, even unto the second or third generation. The reason? The Yankee Clipper (not to be confused with Sal the Barber). Evidently, the presence of the Reading Rifle on the Dodgers' roster (joined in the Bums' last Brooklyn hurrah, 1956, by the aforesaid Sal, who has the misfortune to be remembered by trivia buffs as the loser in Don Larsen's perfect Series game) failed to counteract this.
More: Sal Fasano, a transplant from cheesesteak heaven, asks why I object to the DH rule. Let me count the ways. Better, let me send you here, where I state my case, and defend it against several untenable objections, with a little help from, of all people, a Tigers fan. Of course, the DH does have one great virtue: it has extended the careers of several outstanding athletes.