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First time I ever took score from the Loge level (a friend’s seats). We swept the Mariners with an 8-4 victory.

As you all perhaps know, I’m a Top Deck girl, through and through. I like the view, it’s cooler up there on hot August nights, and that’s where my season tickets have been for the past … actually I’m not sure how many years. Top row of the Top Deck, where the real fans sit.

Unfortunately, due to the Dodgers’ recent purchases of insanely expensive talent, the price of those season tickets will be rising nearly 25% next year. I am not willing to allow Dodgers management, who don’t really care about the Top Deck all that much, to gouge me for their bad decisions.

It all started with the TV fiasco a few years ago. Before that, Dodger Stadium was packed a lot more of the time. But “out of sight, out of mind,” and 70% of fans who for years could not watch the games on DirecTV because of Guggenheim Partners’ greed lost interest. Since that débâcle, even bobblehead nights are often sparsely attended. Plus, shorter games (as mandated by MLB’s ridiculous new rules) mean less time to buy beer and hot dogs, so concessions are also less lucrative.

The Dodgers have been winning in the regular season more than ever before, and some nights, the empty seats outnumber the ones with butts in them. (I admit, the pandemic didn’t help, and that wasn’t $tan Ka$ten‘s fault.)

Now, in a Hail Mary to start filling up those seats, they’ve spent bajillions of dollars on Shohei Ohtani and his countrymate, Yoshinobu Yamamoto, but still the nights that should be crazy crowded have plenty of vacancies in the stands. (Unless they’re giving away Ohtani swag or Hello Kitty! is in the house.)

Dodgers management have already sold their souls to some cosmetic company to advertise on the scoreboard instead of giving player information. So making Season Ticket Holders pay 25% more for their seats next year is the least of their karmic worries.

Look, if Dodgers management had been even a little willing to bend on the paper ticket problem for my Luddite husband, or if they had installed hot water in the Top Deck bathrooms, or if once in a while they invited a nosebleed-seat Season Ticket Holder to be “Member of the Game,” I wouldn’t feel so disrespected and resentful.

This is all to say, I’m not going to renew my season tickets for next year. I will just watch on TV, or buy discount seats on StubHub if I want to go to a game. I’ll miss it, but I’m sure Dodgers management won’t miss me in the least.

GAME 128 (Aug. 21): Dodgers 8-Mariners 4
MY SCORECARDS

I miss real extra-inning games, god damn it!

I know I can’t be the only person to cherish my memories of Oct. 26 (& 27), 2018. I got to Dodger Stadium 3 hours early, waited for Game 3 of the Red Sox-Dodgers World Series to begin at 5:10 p.m., watched nearly 8 hours of baseball (that alone is glorious in the extreme), until Max Muncy hit a walk-off homer to break a 2-2 tie in the 18th inning!

It was after 1 a.m., and I walked home on Cloud Nine with Randy Newman ringing in my ears.

It’s not likely I would ever get a chance to experience the utter joy of that long trip to the ballpark a second time in my life. But knowing that MLB has sucked the life out of the game to the point that it isn’t even a vague possibility just breaks my heart.

Someone (I think it was my husband, who left that historic game in the 10th inning to get his beauty sleep) posted this cartoon on my FB page. It made me so nostalgic for real baseball, I’m sitting here with tears in my eyes.

Sure, I’ll watch in my Top Deck season seats, I’ll take score and buy hot dogs and listen to away games on the radio, but I know there are special radiant moments that can never happen again, like Clayton Kershaw hitting a home run and pitching a complete-game shutout on Opening Day; like Marlin Miguel Cabrera spoiling an intentional walk by knocking a limp pitch into centerfield to score the go-ahead run; and like singing “Take Me Out to the Ball Game” after the top of the 14th inning in a game that seems like it will never end.

I still love baseball, but it’s not as resplendent as it once was, and it’s just weird that it’s by design.

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