Shohei Ohtani did not build this place. It only feels that way. Dodger Stadium existed long before he was born and figures to remain a beacon tucked in the canyons of Chavez Ravine long after his career ends. But the ballpark has, in its 63rd year, been remade in his image. New outfield billboards hawk Japanese spirits and Japanese probiotics and Japanese airlines. Pregame tours are flooded with visitors from abroad wearing crisp No. 17 jerseys. When the Dodgers handed out an Ohtani bobblehead, the throng sprawling down Vin Scully Boulevard assembled 10 hours before first pitch.
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In his first season as a Dodger, Ohtani established himself as the center
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