After today, your favorite ballyard up at the top of Chavez Ravine will be the third-oldest park in Major League Baseball. There will be Fenway Park, which opened in 1912. There will be Wrigley Field, which opened in 1914. And there will be Dodger Stadium, which opened in 1962. No one comes here and talks about ghosts or history or legends or wonders what would happen if “these walls could talk.” It isn’t especially intimidating or awe-inspiring. But in a subtle, classy, understated way (the only way Walter O’Malley would have wanted it, presumably), this place has become a classic. Other than a few tweaks here and there, it really hasn’t changed much since it opened — although it figures to change plenty over the next couple of winters, when Frank McCourt plans to radically overhaul the look of the backdrop beyond the bleachers. But no one in Los Angeles is screaming for a new yard, and to Frank’s credit, he isn’t whining that the place is hopelessly outdated (even if, in many ways, it is). Here’s hoping for another 20 or 30 years (at least). Maybe by then, the place will have a few ghosts.