It might be considered too sentimental for today’s TMZ audiences, but this eloquent recounting of the Dodgers’ long-awaited “Wait ’Til Next Year” coronation in the 1955 World Series — and the borough of Brooklyn’s unbreakable love affair with Dem Bums — ranks as one of the finest works ever written about our national pastime.

My father grew up in Brooklyn in the 1940s and adored the Dodgers, even if he also revered Joe DiMaggio, as many first- and second-generation Italian-Americans did in various neighborhoods across New York.