The cat-calls and booing began the moment I came into their lines of sight. Â There I was, wearing my hat and Dodgers windbreaker, smiling my ass off at their foolishness, goading them on a bit, wishing them a wonderful holiday season, telling them I felt the love – basically, everything I always saw Tommy do (and loved watching him do). Â One fool actually tried starting the mindless “Beat LA” chant. Â Not a single person joined in. Â Not one. Â Way to nut up, Chuckers.