Dogpile was not the best word to describe it. Mosh pit was more like it. Whatever you called it, it was a jumping mob of humanity, men in white jerseys hopping in celebration down the left-field line.
One man emerged with his jersey unbuttoned and untucked, his smile wide and genuine. He was the man who was not supposed to be here, the man who had just hit the Dodgers into first place in the National League West.
October is something of a birthright to the newest generation of Dodger players, the ones that have led the team to five consecutive division championships and the team’s first World Series appearance in three decades.
To Matt Kemp, the World Series is something...