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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

The view from our new seats in Top Deck 9. It was not my choice to move; the Dodgers management just likes to mess with those of us in the real fans’ section!

We open at home against the St. Louis Cardinals tomorrow at 1:10 p.m.

I could not sleep last night, I was fretting so much about getting to the game on time tomorrow, walking up to the stadium, what I would take to eat, whether I would make it in time for the first pitch. (This year, I am truly going to try to take score at every game I attend.)

Thus far, since Korea, the Dodgers have shown a somewhat lackluster level of energy. They lost that 2nd game — a nearly 4-hour slugfest — to the Padres in Seoul (Game 2: SD 15-LAD 11). I had my DVR set to record for 3½ hours, so I didn’t see the final innings! But I did see the 1st, when our new ace Yoshinobu Yamamoto put the game out of reach by giving up 5 runs almost immediately.

The freeway series was equally underwhelming. We won the first game, but lost the second two. My husband and I went to the games at Dodger Stadium, and it was too cold out there to sit and watch our Boys in Blue play with the enthusiasm of teenagers in detention. I hope they were just saving their strength for tomorrow.

I’m looking forward to another great season! We have a lineup to die for, but unfortunately, our pitching is thus far nothing to write home about. If we don’t have more effective arms on the mound, we might as well not hope for any trophies, just a certificate of participation and a fun time at the ballpark.