By Eric Neel

Friday, November 21, 2008

Vin Scully strolls into the Dodger Stadium press box that bears his name, does a little vaudevillian shuffle and says, "Ta-da!" He's an hour later than he hoped, fresh off a classic LA County freeway snarl, and he's singing, riffing off the old My Fair Lady tune: "And yet, I've grown accustomed to the pace." The drive from his Westlake Village home, about 30 miles from the ballpark, took almost two hours in the stop-and-go of a Friday afternoon. It should have ground him to a nub, but instead he ...

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