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Doesn’t seem quite right, does it?

I know, I know, his health is problematic, his agent is an asshole, and he’s getting paid way too much. But he’s been with us since he was a baby. Time to let go, I guess. But if you ask my son, he’ll tell you that’s not an easy thing for me to do.

Guggenheim Partners were the ones that wrote too many zeros on his paycheck, just as they did with Time Warner Cable. That fiasco has not been resolved to my knowledge, either.

You know what? I wouldn’t really care if Andrew Friedman and his merry moneyball men trade every single person I care about (except Kershaw) for a bunch of no-name hunchbacks if I got a promise that I could watch the games on TV whenever and wherever I wanted to.

I don’t know. I’m starting to think we’re already doomed this year, if only because management is so screwed up that my letter for Select-a-Seat day, which you’re required to bring with you to the stadium, arrived two days after my appointment. Good going, Bill Hunter and David Siegel! They’re the ticket execs in charge of managing relations with STH’s, that’s Season Ticket Holders to those of you who are not STH’s.

By the way, if you’re not an STH, according to said letter, there’ very little chance you will become one. It basically says, “Come to Dodger Stadium to Select a Seat, but know ahead of time, there are no seats to be selected. And bring this letter to the event that happened last Thursday.” Somewhere, Joseph Heller is smiling.

OK, enough griping. This month marks the start of Spring Training! I can already smell the Dodger Dogs. See you all at Camelback!

The Dude & The Beard

I’m sorry I missed this one! The Dude throwing out the first pitch to The Beard! I love it.

Unfortunately, the Dodgers played like they’d all been drinking White Russians. Not cool, man! Letting the Cubs win, 8-2. The Cubs?!? The Windy City ruins everything, once again.

la-me-arts-district-pg-001This wonderful, bizarre city is a marvel to me every day. The following story could not happen anywhere else.

Imagine you’re Stephen Seemayer, my beloved husband of 30 years. You have little patience for slow baseball games (especially when the Dodgers are losing), and your team is behind, 4-2, in a game that — even though it has tons of action — seems to drag along at a snail’s pace.

Young fan with his Vin Scully Anniversary Microphone.

Young fan with his Vin Scully Anniversary Microphone.

The highlight of this game before the 7th inning was the announcement that our cherished announcer, Vin Scully, will be back for his 66th season, which prompted, I kid you not, the longest standing ovation I have ever witnessed anywhere.

Now imagine that the only thing keeping you from leaving the stadium is the possibility that Yasiel Puig might hit for the cycle. Then the magic happens.

The Dodgers tie the score! Yay! The Dodgers take a three-run lead! Woo hoo! You stick around until the final bated-breath Kenley Jansen pitch: Dodgers 8, Braves 4. Blue euphoria!

The next morning, you stop in a Pasadena diner to have a bite, there are no tables, so you sit at the counter, right next to Fredi Gonzalez, Atlanta’s manager.

A bromance in the making.

A bromance in the making.

Hashing over the previous night’s game with the opposing team’s manager over oatmeal and wheat toast? If it were a movie, no one would ever be able to suspend their disbelief.

But that’s not all! Gonzalez also just happened to be reading this morning’s Los Angeles Times cover story on the changing of the Arts District. After Steve introduced himself, Gonzalez did a double-take at the article’s jump, where there are numerous quotes attributed to one Stephen Seemayer.

“Is this you?” the major leaguer asked, pointing to the paper.

“Yeah,” Steve said.

Then Gonzalez invited Steve to come over to the hotel and meet some of the guys.

Too busy making movies and showing art and being quoted in front-page stories, Seemayer thankfully declined, but he might go down to the dugout before tonight’s or tomorrow’s game to say hello.

Auditioning for Beantown?
Matt Kemp, rumored to be a trade target with Boston, accounted for half the Dodger runs last night as he hit a pair of two-run homers. He says he’s just trying to help his team win, but might he be trying to make the Red Sox more eager for him?

Plaschke hits the nail on the head
L.A. Times columnist Bill Plaschke was spot on in his assessment in today’s paper of the TWC-Dodgers fiasco that keeps 70% of Angelenos from watching the games. Writing that arbitration is the wrong way to resolve the issue, Plaschke quotes Dodgers President $tan Ka$ten as saying:  “If you want to carry Dodgers baseball, this is obviously the way to do it.” To which Plaschke responds: “Really? The next time I plan to attend a game as a fan, would the Dodgers allow me to use an arbitrator to determine the price of my tickets?” Plaschke suggests, “Because it was the Dodgers who messed this up, why don’t they fix it themselves?” Perhaps renegotiating the deal, or kicking back a subsidy might be a start. But they are much too greedy for anything like that.

Last word
From Plaschke: “The most important thing about a team-TV partnership is that the team actually appears on TV, right? The Dodgers could have signed with the established Fox for a bit less money, but they were insistent on getting richer while creating their own channel so they went elsewhere. And, it turns out, nowhere.”