I felt a little guilty skipping out in the 7th as the Dodgers were behind, 7-0, though not bad enough to stay for the post-game praying at Faith & Family Day. Even God couldn’t have saved the Dodgers as they fell to the Brewers, 7-2.

Then as Steve and I walked past the executive parking lot, my guilt was assuaged by the sight of someone slinking past us in his black luxury automobile to the strains of “God Bless America” emanating from the half-full, sun-baked stadium. If anyone should have more faith in the Dodgers than I do, it’s $tan Ka$ten, don’t you think?

I don’t know if it was the pathetic weakness the Dodgers have shown in the first three games of this home stand, being swept by the Milwaukee Brewers. I don’t know if he is frustrated by the injuries that have been chipping away at our first-place team’s foundation. Or if he just had something better to do on a sweltering Sunday afternoon. But he looked like he couldn’t wait to get as far away from Chavez Ravine as he possibly could. (It couldn’t have been the desire to beat the traffic. Since the Dodgers have been off TV for most of us, our interest seems to have flagged. Even “sell-out” games have lots of empty seats.)

Ka$ten probably just doesn’t care that much about the team. Lord knows, he doesn’t care about the fans. Who needs ’em? His prayers have already been answered to the tune of $8 billion.