Everyone hates the Dodgers. They love St. Louis. St. Louis is the city that bleeds Cardinal Red. It lives and breathes baseball, and knows the true meaning of passion. Los Angeles is a brooding toilet, where the fans arrive in the third, leave in the seventh, and spend the fourth, fifth and sixth texting. St. Louis has the amazing, the astounding Albert Pujols, the greatest jewel in baseball’s post-steroid crown. LA has a scrappy bunch of over-achievers led by a rotten, no-good cheat named Mann