When have you ever been to a game at Dodger Stadium and seen such freshly scrubbed looking fans? A wholesome white bread nirvana where there’s no garbage strewn on the ground, 20-minute lines to get into the restrooms and everybody neatly tucks their shirts in? The only thing that seems to be missing from this sappy illustration is a stadium banner overhead proclaiming "This is My Caucasian Town!" But in one rather paradoxical touch of political correctness, the artist did choose to portray the parents of the other Dodger family as two gay men. Where’s the real Chavez Latrine ambiance that we Halos fans are all too familiar with? Where are all the Doyer fans sporting BO stained t-shirts, sleeve tattoos, bandanas and low-riding Dickies? Why isn’t there a morbidly obese drunk barfing into that trash can while surly looking, underpaid McCourt employees pretend not to notice? Why are those children waving at one other instead of flashing rival gang signs? And why isn’t Dodger Dad bitching about the $62.95 he just blew at the concession stand for a popcorn, two sodas and a couple bags of peanuts?