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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. ┬áStrike 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!

FireworksFireworks as celebration or as a release of frustration? One swing made all the difference for me and 50,000 other Dodger fans Friday night.

Dodger pitcher Ricky Nolasco and Bosox hurler John Lackey matched each other nearly pitch for pitch. They each went eight innings, they each struck out six batters and walked none, even their pitch counts were close: Nolasco threw 101 pitches, 66 for strikes, and Lackey made 97 pitches, 69 for strikes. Only problem for the Red Sox, one of those was knocked out of park by Hanley Ramirez.

Red Sox boxIn the quickest game I think I’ve ever been to, the Blue Crew bested the Bean Crew, 2-0, and when it was over, the announcer said, “Please turn your attention to Dodger vision for highlights of tonight’s game.” I turned to my neighbor and said: “That’s gonna be a short reel.” Well, he was from Scotland or something and had no idea what I was talking about.

Dodgers boxInstead of linking to the mlb.com box score, I’m furnishing you with my own personal score cards. I will do this when I can for as many of the remaining games as I’m going to this season. (But today, since I’m still writing this with less than an hour before the game starts, I probably won’t be keeping score. I don’t like to do it if I’m late … or if it’s hot and I have to follow the shade at the ballpark.)