Memo to Frank and Jamie:
The Dodgers are the very definition of "community property" and we don't need fancy lawyers to spin it differently. The team belongs to anyone who once idolized Koufax, Drysdale and Wills; cheered for Garvey, Piazza and Gagne; exulted over Fernando, Gibson and Hershiser; cursed Niedenfuer, Forster and Broxton; or believes in Kemp, Ethier and Kershaw.
So with your divorce making headlines, remember that those of us who really own the Dodgers are more interested in your shameful public bickering and embarrassing spectacles of excess than we are in acquiring a top pitcher. And if you believe that, I have some parking lots in Boston to sell you.
If Jamie McCourt was as claimed, "the face of the Dodgers," the organization is badly in need of a face-lift.
Given that this is a community property state, 50% of what I say is directed to Frank and 50% is directed to Jamie: Please sell the Dodgers. Now.
How life imitates art: My late father Philip Rapp's creation, the Bickersons, has come to life starring Frank and Jamie McCourt. Dad and the original John and Blanche Bickerson, Don Ameche and Frances Langford, must be rolling over -- and laughing -- in their graves!
Unfortunately, this particular Bickerson sketch isn't funny. It's ugly and obscene and Dodgers fans should be crying in their $10 beer.
It looks like Jamie McCourt wants it all and she wants it now. Her list of demands would shame Madonna and make Liz Taylor's divorce settlements seem quaint by comparison.
Bring back the O'Malley family. They knew how to act in public.
Shirley B. Gray
Over the last few days in his dealings with his estranged wife, Frank McCourt has shown himself to be a totally self-consumed, self-important man, with absolutely no shame. No wonder he signed Manny Ramirez.
James F. Cote