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I’m the grandson of a Jewish immigrant who arrived in New York City in the 1890s as a young man with — so the family story went — the equivalent of a German fifty-cent piece in his pocket. His son, my father, grew up in Brooklyn, so as a kid in the 1950s, when it came to baseball, I naturally rooted for the Brooklyn Dodgers. Had I, however, lived in Cleveland, I would