The Dodgers are in the final days of a pennant race here, and they probably are going to win the National League West.

And that leaves me, as a lifelong Dodgers fan … supremely disinterested.

I’ve been out of the sports journalism business (technically) for six months, so in theory I ought to be reinventing myself as a sports fan. Particularly of the Dodgers.

It isn’t working out that way.

I literally don’t care what happens to this team. Win. Don’t win.  Whatever.

It’s at least as much about them as me.

This is a franchise that has steadily worn down its fan base since Peter O’Malley sold the team, a decade ago.

It hasn’t won much. It hasn’t developed many of its own stars. It has signed lots of free agents who came, took the money and left — via trade or for a new contract.

The roster has turned over with mind-numbing frequency. To the point that the whole club seems new every couple of years and you realize that, as Jerry Seinfeld once observed, that to cheer for “the Dodgers” is more about cheering for laundry with the Dodgers logo on it than it is for the people inside the uniforms.

The upheaval on the management side had been just as intense. Since 2000 the club has had four managers (Davey Johnson, Jim Tracy, Grady Little, Joe Torre) and four general managers (Kevin Malone, Dan Evans, Paul DePodesta, Ned Colletti). I actually had to look that up, so many guys have come and gone.

The upheaval around this franchise has been constant.

Take this team. (Please.)

Manny Ramirez  is the key guy in the lineup, and he’s been a True Blue Dodger for all of two months. And likely will never again wear the uniform once this season ends because he’s a free agent. Same deal with Casey Blake and Greg Maddux.

The franchise signed a batch of expensive free-agent talent that hasn’t worked out. At all.  Thinking Andruw Jones (two years, $36.2 million), Jason Schmidt (three, $47 million) and Juan Pierre (four, $44 million) here.

Jeff Kent and Nomar Garciaparra have been here for a while, but they’re not exactly warm and cuddly.

The Dodgers finally are developing some of their own talent, and that might help engender some vague fondness, if they can keep those guys together. Russell Martin, Matt Kemp, James Loney, Chad Billingsley, Blake DeWitt, Clayton Kershaw, Jonathan Broxton. But they haven’t been around long enough for fans to feel a real connection to them.

How disconnected are Dodgers fans? Manny Ramirez shows up at the start of August and becomes the team’s favorite player, essentially, overnight. By default. Because there was zero competition. Now every front-running Blue fan is wearing a “99” jersey and a dreadlocks wig. Wonder if they will bring that stuff to the park next year, when Manny is somewhere else making $20-plus million a season and back to jogging to first base.

The $13 million manager is in his first year in Los Angeles, the ownership still wishes it owned the Red Sox and was in Boston.

And this isn’t a very good team, either. It was 65-70 in late August, with mediocre starting pitching, sporadic offense, bad defense and a lot of brain-dead play.

The Dodgers were massively fortunate to be playing in the National League West, the worst division in baseball, where 65-70 left them only two games out of first place on Aug. 29 — instead of hopelessly buried.

Where two weeks of good baseball, a 14-1 surge — all but two games of it against NL West competition — was good enough to give them a 4.5-game lead that they are nursing to the finish line.

And, finally, there is the concept of this club’s chances in the postseason. Hard to be enthused about its chances of surviving a round, let alone through October.

There’s just not enough here to grab my attention and hold it. A state of affairs unlikely to change until we have some vague sense of stability on the roster and the front office. Not any time soon, that is.

I’m confident I’m not the only person who feels this way. I’m at Chavez Ravine right this minute, and 30 minutes before the first pitch, for the second-to-last home game, and I’d estimate there are 2,000 fans in the stands. The club probably will announce 45,000, at the least, but it will be more like 25,000, I promise.

Dodgers fans are patient. Overly so. But they also know a real contender, and a real home team,  from opportunists and carpet-baggers. That’s the 2008 Dodgers.