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The situation is bleak, folks, with regard to the Dodgers coming back to our TV sets. We are getting desperate, but we can’t give in. We must resist the urge to submit to the forces of greed and shameless arrogance.

Time Warner wants us to come begging, like George Bailey to Mr. Potter. We won’t do that. We must not do that.

We need a guardian angel to keep us strong and put things in perspective for us, and that role might be played in this production by my friend, Los Angeles Times columnist Chris (you can call him “Clarence”) Erskine.

He is organizing a fan rebellion, and he has gathered nearly 1,000 signatures on a petition to urge Time Warner Cable and the Dodgers ownership group to get off their asses and do something to get the team back on everyone’s TV sets. If you’re sick and tired of the bullying, sign the petition here.

Chris wrote about the situation in today’s Times. Here is an excerpt:

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While I am wholeheartedly on board with the uprising, I do not at all think a la carte pricing is the answer to our problems. I know, in a restaurant, I only order a la carte if someone else is buying. If I’m picking up the tab, I’ll get the combo plate every time. If I don’t like the steamed cauliflower, I just won’t eat it.

So stand tough, Dodger fans. Don’t give in and switch to Time Warner! Don’t call your provider and urge them to accept TWC’s terrorist demands! That’s not your job. And it’s not DirecTV’s fault that $tan Ka$ten and Guggenheim Partners conned Time Warner into a stupidly terrible deal. It’s hard to be without Vin and the Boys in Blue in our living rooms, but it’s better than letting Mr. Potter win.

 

Brian WilsonBrandon LeagueIt seems as if Brian Wilson and Brandon League have switched bodies, like “Freaky Friday” or “All of Me.”

League has been lights out the last four times he’s pitched, and if that ain’t freaky, I don’t know what is.

As for Wilson, I’m embarrassed to share his name. If he is hurt, he should let someone know. If he isn’t hurt, he’s just bad! And he is showing no signs of getting better.

OK, League. I’m giving you another chance. I’ll save my boos for the Beard from the Bay.

Luckily, the Dodgers managed to overcome Wilson’s terrible outing, which saw a 7-3 Dodger lead turn into a 7-6 edge. He only gave up one hit, but unfortunately, it was a 3-run round trip. The Marlins tied it in the next inning, and the game went into extra innings.

Carl Crawford made his case for All-Star write-in candidate with a pinch-hit 2-run dinger in the 11th, giving the Dodgers their 18th win of the season.

Just four fans playing at the Ravine.

Just four fans playing at the Ravine.

What a great couple of days! The Dodgers sweep the Twins in Minnesota, while on their home turf, I and a few friends of mine play around in their clubhouse.

The day after the franchise’s 10,000th win, Michelle Rubin of the Dodgers Pride Rewards team led me, my husband, Steve, and our friends John Woodard and Tina Brugnoletti through the empty bowels of Dodger Stadium to the dugout and into the cages inside for an hour of batting practice. It was spectacular! I even found out I could hit!

I won this perk at a preseason event for season ticket holders, something I never thought possible because — as I have said many times in the past — no one ever wins anything in the Top Deck. I guess it really is a Whole New Blue. Now if we could only see it on TV. (More about that next week. We are giving the Donald Sterling debacle a little time to cool down before we start our latest round of fan rallies over the Time Warner fiasco.)

Matt Kemp's batBut back to the Ravine. What a beautiful place it is, breathtaking at every turn. And in the cage, the TV was on so we could watch the Dodgers taking the first of two wins in Minneapolis while swinging away with Matt Kemp’s own ash bats, covered with pine tar and the Bison’s big fingerprints.

We just romped like kids, and I found out why Hanley Ramirez keeps hurting his thumb. A year or so ago, I broke my right thumb, and swinging that bat brought back a twinge of pain. But it was worth it, I tell you.

OK, OK. I was suspicious at first that the Dodgers picked me for this prize to get me to drink the blue Kool-Aid and stop criticizing $tan Ka$ten and the Dodgers’ new management. For one day, that’s exactly what I did.

Tim Federowicz, leaving for AAAlbuquerque, stopped for a photo in the stadium elevator.

Tim Federowicz, leaving for AAAlbuquerque, stopped for a photo in the stadium elevator.

On the way out, we rode the elevator with Tim Federowicz, our backup catcher who was sent to AAAlbuquerque. He was leaving with his bags and looked a bit down, but he was extremely nice and friendly. I told him we would see him when he came back, which I was sure would be soon.

It was quite a day, and I am grateful to the Dodgers organization for the opportunity to feel part of the club.