There’s nothing like a hot summer night at Dodger Stadium . The sun slowly melts away behind the San Gabriel Mountains, the cotton candy skies full of pink, orange and blue are so cinematic it feels like it was hand-painted just for Dodgers fans . Inhale and the aroma of hot dogs, popcorn and garlic fries tickles the nostrils like a memory. And if you’re like most fans, somewhere between first pitch and the seventh-inning stretch, all dietary discipline and restraint disappears. According to a