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Clayton Kershaw at Spring Training in Arizona.

Clayton Kershaw at Spring Training in Arizona.

The only good thing going for Dodgers fans is that Clayton Kershaw is ours and ours alone. Every other aspect of being a fan is depressing and hard to even believe.

These owners don’t send us season ticket holders the beautiful printed tickets we used to get (even though season tickets cost twice what they did three years ago), they make us go through online rigamarole just to get a Dodgers Pride Rewards card for our spouse, they treat us like terrorists at the gates of the stadium, they won’t let us watch away games on TV, and now, the ultimate extortion plot, they take away our street parking! Who’s the terrorist now?

The L.A. Times reported today in a Page 1 story, “The number of people watching the games on TV has fallen, from 228,000 a game in 2013 to an average of 56,289 last year — barely more than Dodger Stadium holds. At the same time, stadium attendance has soared. The team sold 3.8 million tickets last year, the most in Major League Baseball, and 3 million tickets were scooped up even before this season began.”

As anyone who came to last year’s games on a regular basis knows, this is flat-out bad reporting, although the Dodgers’ management wishes it were true.

Ticket sales may have soared, because those bastards talked such a good line when they paid way too much for the team that people snapped up season tickets at a record number before the season started, in fact before anyone knew there was going to be a season-long TV problem.

But I’m telling you right now, no way was real attendance anywhere near what it was the year before. In 2013, bobblehead nights turned Dodger Stadium into a zoo! In 2014, on Clayton Kershaw bobblehead night, they didn’t even open all the concession stands, because there was nowhere near a capacity crowd.

Now, attendance will go down once again as people are forced to either pay $20 (TWENTY *%#@ING DOLLARS) for parking or not go to the game at all.

If those greedy pigs (that means you, $tan Ka$ten, Mark Walter$ and Magic John$on) are making so much money NOT showing us games on TV, why can’t they make it a little less unpleasant to see the games in person?

I’m not saying I miss Frank McCourt, but it was better being a frustrated fan then than a disrespected fan now.

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dollar-signHow much money do you think an extra Dodgers Reward card costs the Dodgers to make? Way less than the $62 million they just spent to buy a broken infielder from Cuba.

Last year, I got two Dodgers Rewards cards, one for me, one for my husband. That’s the way it should be. We have two seats, we arrive at different times, we both want to move around the stadium, together sometimes & apart at other times. What’s the big deal about giving each seat holder his or her own freaking Dodgers Reward card?

This nickel & diming bullshit is getting on my last nerve. And it just gets worse and worse each year that $tan Ka$ten & Wisenheimer Partners own the team.

Being a fan should not be so infuriating.

 

dodgers dollar signOne of these things, $tan Ka$ten and his cohorts in Dodger management care very much about.

The other can go to hell in a hand-basket for all they care. (Actually, the trip started last year when so few people showed up to the games that bobblehead nights were rarely more than ⅔ full and many concession stands were closed!)

But, hey! They got their $8.5 billion. Who gives a fig if the loyal fans who have loved their team through thick and thin for more than 50 years can’t enjoy the games at home on their TV sets, hear the melodious voice of Vin Scully and feel part of a community with a common and heartfelt passion.

It makes me physically ill to see this crippling greed and loathsome insensitivity take hold of my beloved Dodgers. And I’m not alone. I dread saying it, but one of my least favorite haters is on our side in this. Read Plaschke from yesterday’s L.A. Times.

“The most impactful collision of greed and arrogance in this town’s sports history,” Bill Plaschke writes, “has resulted in wreckage that is still smoking in the middle of the freeway, looking like another six-month SigAlert, twisted metal everywhere.”

And we are the hapless victims of this crash, bleeding on the side of Stadium Way, wishing an ambulance would come and whisk us off to salvation.

Who cares if half the National League West champion team from last year is gone? Andrew Friedman’s Moneyball tinkering won’t mean a thing if no one can watch the damn games.

Some say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but in this case it’s out of sight, out of mind. You’ll see it when the camera pans the stands and nobody’s there. Oh, wait, no you won’t.