In the latest development of “This Ain’t No Fantasy League, Folks,” the guy who currently owns the Los Angeles Dodgers — and we must wait to see how long that will continue — has fired the team’s chief executive officer. Who happens to be his wife. His estranged wife.

This following Steve Phillips, former major league GM, recent baseball analyst and oft-time Don Juan, being forced to take a leave of absence by ESPN for reasons that had nothing to do with the hit-or-take sign.

We know the real world is out there, but how about allowing us a few unspoiled moments when we don’t have to worry about troubles other than a pitcher losing his stuff?

In SoCal, from the very start of the Dodgers’ League Championship Series against the Phillies, the issue seemed to be about Frank McCourt not so much losing his spouse, the self-assured and quite well-heeled Jamie, but about losing his team. To his spouse.

So as that melodrama unfolded — he’s going to have to sell, as John Moores in San Diego; no, she’s going to give up her 50 percent — along comes Phillips to take the headlines. He had what was called “a fling,” and that didn’t mean hurling a baseball.

Parallel worlds. Phillips’ wife apparently is filing for divorce for his dangerous liaisons. Meanwhile, with the McCourts the word “divorce” has not been spoken, only speculated.

Up in Northern California, where hatred of the Dodgers is more noticeable than love of the Giants — yes, jealousy — the citizenry is viewing the McCourts’ problems as pure Hollywood. And also with pure delight.

Even Giants fans are respectful of the tradition of marriage and wish no ill will to either McCourt. But if their union does fail, there’s the possibility the Dodgers also may fail. After all, the Pads went from a champion to a disaster when the assets were divided, as required by law.

It was interesting that McCourt announced the removal of his wife of 30 years from her post the day after the Dodgers had been removed from the playoffs by the Phillies. Presumably he thought everyone in L.A. either would be in such a funk they wouldn’t notice a little hanky panky in the front office.

One person who did notice, of course, was Jamie McCourt. Another was her attorney, Dennis Wasser, who gave the normal legal response in such situations, to wit: “Jamie is disappointed and saddened by her termination. As co-owner of the Dodgers, she will address this and all other issues in the courtroom.”

All other issues? What would they be, whether Steve Phillips will stop huddling with girls half his age?

Frank McCourt’s attorney, Marshall Grossman, played barrister-ignorant on whether his client had canned the mother of their four children from the post she’d held since March.

“The Dodgers’ policy is not to comment on personal issues,” said Marshall Grossman, Frank McCourt’s guy. Then they stand alone in the mess, since everyone else is commenting, gossiping and guessing.

What happens to the Dodgers? What happens to Joe Torre? Normally, owners fire managers, not chief executives.

Is Jamie McCourt, who teaches at UCLA’s business school and has degrees from Georgetown, the Sorbonne and University of Maryland School of Law, really lining up investors to buy out her hubby?

Does Steve Phillips wish he had a woman as sharp as Jamie figuring out a way to save his career?

When McCourt vs. McCourt gets to a court, it could make Judge Judy blush.

Grossman contends that “Frank McCourt is the owner of the team.” Wasser contends, “If the ownership issue must be adjudicated, the Dodgers will be determined to be community property, owned 50 percent by each of the McCourts.”

OK, Jamie, which half of Manny Ramirez do you want?

Major League Baseball lists Frank McCourt as the Dodgers’ “control person,” but according to Bill Shaikin of the Los Angeles Times a “high-ranking baseball source” said the couple presented themselves together for the approval of commissioner Bud Selig when they bought the team in 2004.

“I think,” agreed the source, “it’s going to be pretty ugly.”

It already has been. Baseball doesn’t need this, doesn’t need the embarrassment of Steve Phillips, not during the post-season, not any time.

You think those people in the right field pavilion at Dodger Stadium are the least bit concerned with Jamie and Frank McCourt’s domestic relationship? They’ve got their own problems.

They turn to the Dodgers, to baseball, to any sport, for a few hours of entertainment. Of course, in L.A., marriage on the rocks is part of the entertainment.

As a reporter since 1960, Art Spander is a living treasure of sports history. A recipient of the Dick McCann Memorial Award — given for his long and distinguished career covering professional football — he has earned himself a spot in the Pro Football Hall of Fame. He was recently honored with the Lifetime Achievement Award by the PGA of America for 2009.