My Son’s First Baseball Game
When baseball went on strike and cancelled the World Series long ago, I swore off baseball forever and became a hockey nut job.
I’ve been to a handful of games since as I still maintain baseball players are the greediest athletes on the planet and never wanted to contribute to their mansions or PED’s.
I hadn’t been to Dodger Stadium since the renovation and since my son was asking and I have a student that woks for the Dodgers, it seemed like a perfect collision.
Parking hasn’t changed. It’s still quite the disaster although I must admit one parking attendant tried to have me pony up 35 bucks for a VIP parking, while the 2nd told me to just pay the 10 bucks and walk. And they say there’s no honesty in the world!
My student came through with solid seats behind the Dodger dugout. Due to the severe lack of ATM’s in the joint I purchased 40 dollars worth of “Dodger bucks.” Of course, each concessionaire I gave these things to looked at me like I was the Penguin from the Tim Burton Batman movie. But my son had his first Dodger dog and I had a beer the size of a keg.
“Star Wars” was having a night there. For what, I’m not exactly sure, but the first thought that came to my mind was, “CAN WE PLEASE MOVE ON?” I was 15 years old when the original film came out. I’m 50 now. Hollywood can’t think of anything new? William Shatner once said to “Star Trek” conventioneers on SNL, “Get a life.”
My son said the Dodgers pitcher looked like Psy from the “Gangnam Style” videos. I just about spit beer out of my nose. I had no idea who any of the players were. I do however, remember watching several of their DAD’S play. Man am I old.
This kid Puig is unreal. 105 hits since JUNE? Seriously? Why can’t the Kings ever get this kind of guy? 30 goals in half a season. Do Cubans play hockey?
The Dodgers were playing the Padres. I remember watching Leron Lee break up Tom Seaver’s no hitter at Shea with one out in the bottom of the 9th way back on July 4th, 1972 (I was 9 and remember that game to this day, it was a double-header). Randy Jones and Ozzie and being swept by the Yankees in the World Series. Ah, memories.
About the 4th inning my son told me he was bored and wanted to go home. Being that it was so unbelievably humid I could have wrung out juice from my underwear and used it to kill spiders, I was inclined to oblige him. Instead, I reluctantly handed him my iphone so he could play video games. He missed all three home runs. Most against a guy who looked like he was throwing softballs.
We did stay the entire game but missed the fireworks as he was pooped from a long day of school and 100 degree heat. Shockingly, getting out of the stadium was a lot quicker than getting in.
So, that’s the experience. Now, its off to Palm Springs and 115 degree heat.
Safe holiday to all.