Sacramento’s Dusty Baker remembers his old friend and manager Tommy Lasorda

Nothing delighted Tommy Lasorda more than people — Frank Sinatra, Don Rickles, sportswriters who rolled with his jovial or salty punches, right on down to the guy who parked cars. He also savored a plate or three of pasta. Lasorda would shovel in the eats before home games, sometimes in his long johns, then after, inviting all comers to dig in, napkins optional. His managerial office was equal parts lounge and buffet, the walls covered with portraits of presidents, comedians and athletes. And baseball. Lasorda lived for it, and he died a Dodger, of a heart attack on Thursday night. He was 93. …

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