A week ago tonight, i was in a Toyota zooming along Interstate 5 through the natural beauty of one of Southern California’s most cherished vistas. The Grapevine, a 40 mile strip of desert and forest, trucks and cars, and water and sky. Of course, i wasn’t able to see any of this because it was around midnight. But even at night, its a site to behold. After The Grapevine was long behind, Burbank and Pasadena came and went, and finally i arrived in the city of angels, Los Angeles. The hotel i stayed at was a dainty little motel called the Royal Pagoda, situated in Chinatown (No, Jack Nicholson was not there) right across the freeway from Dodger Stadium.
The next day i woke up to the sound and sight of Good Morning America (Which gets it’s name from the folk song ‘The City of New Orleans’ by Steve Goodman). After getting dressed i hit the highway to Dodger Stadium for the ballpark tour i bought tickets for the day before. When i got there, it was just as i remembered it. A view of Los Angeles behind me, and a view of the most beautiful stadium on the West Coast in front of me. Hands down, bar none, Dodger Stadiums tour wipes the rest off of the map in terms of how thorough it was. I learned so much that i felt like a connoisseur of Dodger baseball by the time i left.
After the tour, i took the 110 up to Hollywood, California. I had just enough time before i had to be back at Chavez Ravine for the game to sightsee. I started my journey down the most famous street in the world at Hollywood and Vine, home of the Capitol Records building. I made my way down the street taking pictures of the stars of people like Vin Scully, Jack Webb, and Mel Brooks. After hours of taking photos, it was time for Dodger baseball.
The game was against the Dodgers and the Arizona Diamondbacks. I got there extra early so i could secure the coveted Vin Scully bobblehead being given away. As soon as i got to my seat, which was front row of the left field pavilion (bleachers), i noticed that its much easier for a baseball to come your way than at the Oakland Coliseum. For once, baseball after baseball came into my section. Unfortunately, i wasn’t lucky enough to catch one.
Zack Greinke was originally supposed to pitch, but due to a minor injury, he was replaced with Carlos Frias, who was going up against the Diamondbacks’ Chase Anderson. The pregame ceremonies included a special recognition for the city council member who helped bring the Dodgers to L.A., a first pitch by members of the Scully family, and a performance by a dance team I’ve never heard of.
The first pitch of the game was signed, sealed, and delivered over the center-field wall by Chase Utley, but Arizona was quick to get that run back with a dinger in the second. After that the game remained scoreless until the bottom of the 8th, when the Dodgers scored three after Chase Utley doubled in Jimmy Rollins, followed by a homer by rookie Corey Seager. Don Mattingly then brought in the Dodgers prime closer, Kenley Jansen in to save the game. The game was finalized with a line-out, followed by the opening notes to Randy Newman’s ‘I Love LA’, the Dodgers victory song.
The next day i headed back to the old homestead, but not without a stop at the Ronald Reagan Presidential Library in Simi Valley, California. Yet another city with plenty of natural beauty. Four hours later i began the seven hour journey back to California’s capital.
Just thought i would like to share my experiences at a different stadium. Thanks for taking the time to read. Have a good night.
By the time many of you read this, the Dodgers may or not be in the playoffs. So good luck to them, and hopefully Kershaw has learned how to pitch in a playoff game.