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Comedian Elayne Boosler got into it with Dodger security when she tried to attend Sunday’s game against the Mets. I have some problems with her story, but she’s right about fans being the least important factor for Dodger management at the Ravine. (Click photo to watch her tell the story.)

So I’m not the only Dodger fan feeling ill-appreciated at the stadium. I have a few things to say about Elayne Boosler‘s YouTube rant against the security people who handcuffed her and wouldn’t let her into the fabulous 10-0 blowout against the New York Mets.

GAME 24: Dodgers 10-Mets 0

First, everybody who has been to Dodger Stadium in the past 5 years knows you can’t bring any bags that aren’t see-through into the park. She is being disingenuous when she says she wasn’t aware of that hard-and-fast rule. I once put a folded up paper bag in my clear Dodger bag for use toting a bobblehead home, and they took it out and made me throw it away. It was an empty paper bag. If I were going to hide something in it, it would have to be something I got at the stadium.

Second, taking a banned bag to the car or throwing it away are never the only two options available if you happen to arrive with contraband. There are lockers outside the Centerfield Plaza, and security always offers them to people who don’t want to schlep something back to their car.

Third, although it sounds like something I myself might do if caught in a particularly bad mood, you should never drop the F bomb on security guards just trying to do their jobs. They may have “just that little bit of power,” as Boosler puts it, and they may like to exercise it like fascists, but just think of all the vaping, fighting, drunken lunkheads they have to contend with every night. I wouldn’t want to do that job.

Lastly, I can’t imagine them handcuffing her and holding her for 2 hours just for one F word. She had to have lost it completely and made a helluva scene for them to lock her up for the duration of the game. Believe me, I rail against mindless bureaucracy in much the same way, as my poor husband and infinitely patient son can attest.

But I relate to the feeling of being unappreciated. My request to get Stephen some paper tickets “is being worked on,” according to my rep. Yeah, I’m sure it’s her top priority. In the meantime, we take it one game at a time.

Now, the boys are gone for nearly 2 weeks, so it’ll be next month before we have to struggle with the question of getting Stephen into the ballpark.

I hope this road trip is more successful than the last home stand. We lost all three series for the first time since 2011. Sunday’s powerhouse pitching and awesome hitting hopefully was a shift in momentum and not just a fluke. Go Dodgers!

Clayton Kershaw joined the 200-Win Club on Tuesday night (April 18).

We teeter over the brink to below .500 … again — the Mets just beat us, 5-3, on Wednesday (April 19) BOX SCORE — the main takeaway of the season so far is, “It doesn’t matter how good our starters are, or how many homers we hit, or how many double plays we execute if our bullpen is just going to start pitching batting practice in the last three innings.”

Last night (April 18), I saw a gem of a Clayton Kershaw start: 7 innings, 9 Ks, 3 hits and no runs. It was beautiful, and he got run support, as well, earning him his 200th career victory, 5-0, over the Mets. BOX SCORE For once this season, the bullpen was solid, like they knew Vin Scully (who was the night’s honoree with a swag Jersey giveaway) was watching. 

But that only evened our record at 9-9, since the dreaded Cubbies won the weekend series (CHI 8-LAD 2 on Friday, LAD 2-CHI 1 Saturday, and CHI 3-LAD 2 Sunday), and the Mets nipped the opener on Monday night (April 17). A very eventful 8-6 affair in which J.D. Martinez went long twice only to see our 6-5 edge disappear with the arrival of reliever Alex Vesia on the mound. BOX SCORE Boy, did he and Phil Bickford really stink up the joint! Bickford balked in the tying run before throwing one pitch! But those loaded bases fall squarely on Vesia’s shoulders.

Aside from the groans when virtually any reliever is announced, the games this week have been fun to attend. Sometimes, when I’m walking on the Top Deck concourse, I feel like a teenager again, recalling those springs and summers when I covered all kinds of sports for the Valley News & Green Sheet. It makes me miss my dad, but in a good way. 

He hired me at 17 as a full-time member of the Green Sheet’s Sports Dept., a rare thing for a girl in 1973. Now, it’s 50 years later, there are a lot of female sports reporters. A woman is a heartbeat away from the presidency. And yet, we are reminded every day that the world is still pretty much run by old white dudes.

Next Taco Tuesday, maybe we’ll see, “MALE MARIACHI GARIBALDI” on the ribbon board.

Yeah, probably not.

The struggle for a world that’s right and truly gender-blind rages on.
Mariachi Las Catrinas perform at Dodger Stadium on Tuesday (April 18).

Brian WilsonOnce The Beard was B00ed, now The Beard is BL00.

Former Giant Brian Wilson (awesome last name, by the way) staked his spot in the Dodger bullpen last night by closing out the game and preserving the 6-0 shutout over the Marlins in his first inning of work in 16 months.

The 31-year-old right-hander had been sidelined since early in the 2012 season after he underwent Tommy John surgery.

I don’t know about you, but his quirkiness may just be a good fit for these Dodgers. They already have some real characters to go along with the more down-to-business types like Andre Ethier (not that Andre doesn’t want to have fun, just that he seems to have a strong work ethic).

Andre EthierThese guys just get more and more fun to watch, like Ethier smashing into the fence catching the last out of Wednesday’s 4-1 win. I thought Kenley Jansen might just be doing his impression of Brandon League for a minute there, but Captain Clutch saved his bacon.

The Dodgers are 9½ games out in front, and tonight they host the Boston Red Sox. Should be a good game. I’ll be there with my scorecard and an itchy Twitter finger.