The Dodgers owners are going through a divorce… they’re causing another one with me.
I moved to California in September, 1980. Coincidently, the same time Fernando Valenzuela was called up to the Los Angeles Dodger bullpen. They made the playoffs that year, I was diagnosed with Fernandomania and my love for The Blue Crew was cemented… Well, the cement has cracked.
Yesterday was the Dodger home opener, a tradition I broke with in 2007 after a debacle of a day. More on that in a second. Firstly, I’d like you to meet the straw (that broke the camel’s back). –> The LA Times reported today that the police have cracked down on Tailgating in the Parking lot. One hundred and thirty-two people were arrested, and even more were cited. This is an obvious revenue-generating scheme, both for the LAPD and for the Dodger organization, who will lose out on a few $11 beer sales — literally a 1000% markup. So in addition to screwing their fans, they’re jailing them too.
The last time I went to opening day, we got to Figueroa and Sunset Blvd. (1 mile away) an hour before the game, and did not get to our seats until the 2nd inning. Nice job. Hey Frank… weren’t you a parking lot attendant back in Boston? How the hell did you screw that up so royally? I finally got to my $90 seats (not a typo). At almost $100 per, you’d guess I’d be right behind home plate. Guess again. I was even with the Left fielder. Two hundred and fifty feet away from hope plate, which, by the way, was obstructed. The seats sat so low, that if the guy across the aisle hiccuped, I saw a bald spot in lieu of a pitch. The Dodgers lost. My buddy welched on a bet. It was so disgusted, that I spent the last two innings in my car waiting for the game to end… good thing I didn’t have a beer?
So what have the Dodgers done to woo me? Nothing. They didn’t do a damn thing in the off season with a team that was obviously at least a player short of a World Series. Wait. I take that back; they did do something. Along with unemployment numbers, the consumer price index and cost of living, your Dodger ducat has gone up. They’ve doubled since McCorrupt took over; they will double AGAIN in the next six years.
So what does all this mean to me. I can sum it up in two words: