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Gilbert Romero always in a sombrero. He bleeds Dodger Blue! (It’s a haiku!)

Yesterday, I expressed my fear that we may have used up all the gas in our tank in the first game against the Rangers on Tuesday. Last night, that fear was realized as Texas cowed our anemic offense, 3-2. Ironically, it was beloved former Dodger shortstop Corey Seager who delivered the death blow with a 3-run homer in the 5th. The cheers his return to the Ravine was greeted with quickly turned to vicious boos.

It got exciting at the end, as Jason Heyward — with Will Smith on 2nd and Andy Pages on 1st — clobbered a 2-out double to deep right field, scoring Smith. But Pages missed a sign from Dino Ebel to hold at 3rd, and he was thrown out trying to score the tying run. Game over. Wah-wah-wah. Darn it!

I went to the game by myself, but an old friend from The Times, Carlos Lozano, showed up to keep me company. We had a great time, even though the outcome wasn’t what we wished it had been.

MY SCORECARDS
Game 69: Rangers 3-Dodgers 2

la-1487289154-y0rw70m4ft-snap-photoIt’s déjà vu all over again.

I remember the last time we picked up a relief pitcher with a crazy beard from San Francisco. If I remember correctly, it didn’t end well. I have never been so ashamed to wear my “00 Wilson” T-shirt.

Let’s hope the new guy, Sergio Romo, will be more effective than his predecessor.

Now, he claims to be a lifelong Dodgers fan, being from SoCal and all. But I don’t know how you play for the Giants if you’re True Blue. It would be like me going to work at the White House of one who will not be named, just because the job carried a hefty paycheck. I would feel like a whore.

I know, I know, baseball players go where the money is, part of the game. But some instinct impels me to not trust him. Although, he recently told the L.A. Times about how, when the Giants came to L.A., his friends and family all showed up at Dodger Stadium wearing the appropriate colors for a night at the Ravine. His Giant bosses were less than thrilled.

“It didn’t really fly well,” he said. “But now they get to bring that blue and white out. They can bring it out the closet now.”

Good for them, let’s hope he makes them proud!

I resent that the owners of my neighborhood team have made me feel like a sucker for supporting them.

blue dollar signCharging little kids and other fans $150 for an autograph of a mediocre player on a team that hasn’t won a championship in almost three decades, $tan Ka$ten and the others should be ashamed of themselves.

I’m undeniably appalled at the unbridled venality of the Dodgers’ management strategies. They are nothing new — skyrocketing price increases, a skimpy LA hoodie with a price tag of $104, no TV coverage for most of L.A., a coaching staff almost entirely made up of rookies and a pitching staff with only one good arm. They actually had me considering giving up my lifelong love of Dodgers baseball this year. I will not let them take that away from me too.

I realize that my last post was all sunshine-and-roses, looking forward to a brighter future, blah, blah, blah, but then I went to Select-a-Seat and heard all about how Fan Fest was “free” for all, but that was just to walk in the door. If you actually wanted to partake in ANY activity there, you had to be prepared to shell out hundreds more dollars for the privilege of being a fan of the team that was once the working man’s Brooklyn Bums. It’s shameful.

vin and michaelA New Address
On the bright side, Elysian Park Avenue from Sunset to Stadium Way will soon be called Vin Scully Avenue. He deserves it. We all love you, Vinnie, and that’s something those bastards in charge can never change.