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laI may have been wrong when I said that the Dodgers organization and Stan Kasten only care about money and not about the true blue fans.

The other day, after my vow to renew my boycott of the Dodgers and never give them another dime of my money, I got a call from Billy Hunter, vice president of ticket operations. I was not around, so my husband took the call, in which Mr. Hunter apologized for my unhappy experiences this season with Dodger ticketing representatives.

According to my husband, Mr. Hunter was extremely nice, knew about all of my grievances and graciously apologized for the misdirected postseason ticket invoice.

It was a classy move for this highly placed executive to take the time and call one unhappy fan. I am impressed and greatly appreciative.

Pitch Imperfect
The Dodgers lost the third game in Colorado, 7-5, and, because I’m feeling generous toward them today, I’m not going to say anything about three “reclamation projects” taking the  mound in the same game.

Drop It!As anyone who sits near me during a game knows, whenever a Dodger hits a fly ball, I yell, “Drop it, drop it, drop it!” as the opposing team’s outfielder readies himself to catch the ball. I’ll admit, it doesn’t work 99% of the time. But once in a while, it does.

Thanks to Colorado left fielder (just converted from infielder) Charlie Culberson, the Dodgers held on to beat the Rockies, 7-4, in the second of three games in Denver behind another strong start by Ricky Nolasco, quickly becoming one of my favorite Dodgers.

Poor Culberson dropped a can-of-corn fly ball by Mark Ellis with the bases loaded in the ninth inning yesterday, allowing three runs to score, which proved to be crucial when Ronald Belisario gave up a run in the bottom of the ninth.

Let’s see the sweep today!

It is with heavy heart that I renounce my recently renewed support of the Dodgers organization. They have lied to me and perpetrated cruel trickery upon my trust and love.

Here is an invoice I received in the mail a few days ago, along with a nice letter from Stan Kasten (a.k.a. Snake in the Grass).

Dodger invoiceI was ready to pay for one ticket to each of the three postseason rounds. But guess what? The invoice was sent “in error” to hundreds of miniplan holders with less than 30-game plans. Strike one!

I was told when I caved from my boycott and bought a 10-game flex plan that I could get pre-sale World Series tickets. That was a lie. Strike two!

As a lifelong Dodger fan and longtime season or miniplan holder, I shouldn’t end up in tears of frustration every time I talk to someone in Dodger customer service.  Strike three! YER OUT!

If “heightening the fan experience” means lying and incompetence, I would rather be a fan from afar.

I can cheer my Dodger team while I watch on TV, I can whistle to my heart’s content and make my own Farmer John hot dogs. I can even keep score, if I want to.

But I will never give Stan Kasten and his lying, money-grubbing organization another dime. Ever. PERIOD!