But Chef Dave admires sultans of song as well as sultans of swat.
The white-hatted Pearson went into a satchel under his prep counter and pulled out a program from the 1994 Dodger Stadium concert by the Three Tenors -- Pavarotti, Domingo and Carreras.
"Did you meet them?" I asked.
"No. But I got to cook for them."
Pearson first worked at Dodger Stadium part time in the '60s, after the team moved to the Ravine from the Coliseum. In 1970, he gave up a job at an East L.A. restaurant to go full time with the Dodgers of Walter Alston, Don Sutton and Maury Wills.
Over the years Pearson has boiled Dodger dogs for the masses, moved up to cooking gourmet for the high rollers in the Stadium Club and, about a decade ago, moved into the press box. Formally, he works for Levy Restaurants, which contracts with the team.
So how many games has Pearson missed in more than 40 years?
"One," he said regretfully, and it broke his heart.
What happened? I asked.
Pearson lost a wife and a son, remarried 3 1/2 years ago and loves traveling with his wife to France, Greece, Scotland and Ireland, among other places. There's no holiday, though, during the off-season or when the Dodgers are on the road, when Pearson cooks for Dodger staff.
On Thursday, just before the Dodgers blew a chance to hit the .500 mark with a frustrating loss to the Florida Marlins, Pearson dished out fried chicken and lasagna to dozens of grazers in the press box, many of whom asked him to keep it coming as they piled their plates high.
Meanwhile, in the private Dave's Diner, Lasorda and others took their places and awaited Pearson's offerings. Lasorda had given me a bottle of his very own Lasorda Montepulciano d'Abruzzo, which he autographed. "One sip," it says on the bottle, "and I am sure you will agree. It's a . . . Home Run!"
Pearson popped the cork and I poured Lasorda a glass. It had been three hours since he finished his ice cream -- an eternity, in other words -- and Pearson was now bringing ribs, mashed potatoes and gravy with tender young vegetables, to be followed by lasagna, if not a trip to Centinela Hospital.
Lasorda dug in like it was the end of Lent.
Right around 5:30, the man Pearson listened to on the radio more than half a century ago took his place and prepared to partake.
"Lookit here, lookit here," Scully said in radio singsong as Pearson served him dinner. "You've done it again."
And Lasorda, with the lasagna?
"Outstanding," said the skipper, and once again, Dave Pearson left Dodger Stadium with a smile on his face.