Archives for the month of: March, 2014
Dodgers relief pitcher Brian Wilson watches a 1-0 lead soar away.

Dodgers relief pitcher Brian Wilson watches a 1-0 lead soar away.

The Dodgers snatched defeat from the jaws of victory in the 8th inning of a 3-1 loss to the San Diego Padres last night.

After a masterful 7 innings by Hyun-Jin Ryu, reliever Brian Wilson, the Beard from the Bay, blew just about everything he touched, giving up a pinch-hit homer to new Padre Seth Smith and then booting and bobbling a couple of bunts for two more runs. It was painful to watch.

It wasn’t all Wilson’s fault, though. The defense was just plain shoddy in that inning.

Of course, if your team can hit, they can afford a little shoddiness from time to time, but the Dodgers couldn’t really hit in this game either. The heart of the batting order went 0-15. Ain’t gonna win many games like that.

Shake it off, boys. You’re better than that. Enjoy your Monday in beautiful San Diego, and then get them good tomorrow. Go Dodgers!


Helmet and BatIt’s not a chicken dinner. It’s better!

I spoke with Dodgers Fan Services representative Michele Rubin today. At some point in a few weeks, I get to invite three people to Dodger Stadium to take batting practice in the underground cages. It sounds like fun, huh? I guess I’ll take a hiatus from complaining for a little while.

Angels 7, Dodgers 5
Other than, obviously, the final score, that game had a lot of promising aspects to it. Zack Greinke did fine, two dingers by Hanley Ramirez, Dee Gordon’s spectacular triple. I had fun watching it, and looked forward to tonight’s Game 2 in the Freeway Series. Unfortunately, a slight head cold will keep me out of the stadium tonight. I can’t afford to get sick right now, with all that is going on. I’ll have to wait for the home opener next week.

A rainbow breaks out Wednesday in the distance behind center field.

A rainbow breaks out Wednesday in the distance behind center field.

Rainbows are an interesting phenomenon. They are created when sunlight — cheerful, optimistic and hopeful — collides with raindrops — gloomy, pessimistic and possibly destructive. Also, they’re very pretty to look at, but they are an optical illusion. All show and no substance. So the beautiful display past center field yesterday was a perfect metaphor for this season’s Dodger fan experience.


The Penguin interacts with his fans.

Season ticket holders, such as myself, were treated to a first look at the Field Level Concourse on Wednesday when we were invited to watch batting practice and a simulated intrasquad game at Dodger Stadium. It was fun to see what they have done to make the farflung netherworlds past left and right field into Party Central: new bars, True Blue BBQ and Tommy Lasorda’s Trattoria. Dodger legend Ron Cey was there signing autographs. There are lots of bar-stool seating areas, especially around the two bullpens, so if you like to watch Brandon League or Brian Wilson warming up, you will have a place to set your beer while you do it.

On the other hand, it also seemed to be a test of the no-humans-necessary ticket-scanning machines, which have to be putting a lot of Dodger employees out of work. I don’t think I will feel the same sliding my printed piece of paper through a metal box as I did when handing my beautifully illustrated official ticket to my favorite ticket scanner and asking him how he’s doing. And that metal box won’t be answering, “Go Dodgers,” the way my lucky ticket man did. (Not to mention how tacky the folded paper e-tickets look and feel. Can you imagine when Clayton Kershaw throws his first no-hitter, and all you have as a memento of it is a yellowing piece of Office Depot letter bond, instead of a real ticket stub, sturdy card stock that’s been laminated and die-cut? I have my stub from Fernando’s no-no, and 20 years later, he autographed it for me. Could anyone say they will still have their stupid e-tickets 20 years from now? No. The answer is no.)

I’m not going to reiterate the whole “We Love the Fans” line the Dodgers spew while denying 70% of the households in Los Angeles the right to watch the games on TV. Chris Erskine wrote this beautifully stated diatribe on that situation in today’s L.A. Times.

This guy has my dream job.

This guy has my dream job.

But enough grousing. Two amazing things happened at Dodger Stadium last night: I met Jon SooHoo, the Dodgers photographer, whose work I so admire. Really nice guy who has the best job in the entire world.

Also, I apparently won something, a “warm-up on the field for you and three friends,” but I have yet to hear from the Dodgers about the details. Just having won is amazing. In all the years I have been going to Dodger Stadium, and that is a LOT, I have never ever won anything before. It is a well-known fact that hardly any Top Deckers ever get giveaways or chances to win cars or anything like that. Those prizes go to the Field Levelers and Logers, who, because they fork over more cash to get “premiere seating and amenities,” are worth more than the working-class Joes up top.

If this whole “warm-up on the field” works out, my problem will be selecting three Joes to join me. Any ideas?