Thanks to our bossman’s generosity in volunteering a pair of his season tickets, I was able to attend last night’s game. Soon as the email came through, I was on it, responding with an enthusiastic “I’ll take em!”. Which in retrospect sounds desperate, and dorky. I wish I would’ve responded with something manlier or gentleman-like, for example “If you would be so kind, I would accept those vouchers for sports related entertainment taking place later this evening”. That’s not how I roll, though, plus it’s too late and I’ve most likely lost most of the respect of my superiors thanks to my Christmas party antics.

We arrived while Manny was batting in the bottom of the 1st thanks to a total lack of traffic on Zoo Drive, probably because of the super high fire probability warning toward Griffith Park. Lucky me! Once inside, the view was second best in my mind behind only to the one time a friend (who shall remain nameless) sucked somebody off* for tickets in the Dugout Club.

Once seated, I noticed that some people around me were a little more focused on talking about work than the actual ballgame. It didn’t bother me all too much, as I was jacked to be sitting in the section of the stadium that generates boos when they don’t participate in the wave, and you bump elbows with Hollywood starlets (if my elbows were 150ft).
Things got interesting when Augie Ojeda ripped a line drive in the top of the 2nd that crossed up Manny leading to a 2 run double. This play generated some sarcastic cheers from the crowd when Manny caught Ryan Roberts’ lazy fly ball to left field in the 3rd.
In the bottom of the 2nd I got to witness Ronnie Belliard’s first home run as a Dodger. Up until his groundout in the 4th, the Dodgers scoreboard had reset his stats for the year, and had him batting .500.
By the 5th inning this was my view…
I’m not the tallest man in the world, nor am I the shortest, and while he was a nice guy and everything, I couldn’t see shit. Luckily I craned my neck to see Manny and Matt’s back-to-back home runs otherwise I would’ve had to fuck somebody up*.
Overall it was an experience I’d like to repeat, but most likely never will. The smoke in the atmosphere gave the game an overcast, and desaturated look I wasn’t accustomed to but it didn’t hinder the experience, only James McDonald did. While The Brim Reaper gave up the tying run, McDonald gave up the go-ahead run on the first batter he faced ruining a great month of August he was having. The way we went out in the 10th makes me even more thankful that we’re getting some much needed bats off the bench since we went down in order in our half of the 10th.

L-Ram sent me hate-filled text messages throughout the game but that didn't phase me because I can kick his ass with the newfound jui jitsu techniques I've learned on YouTube. My woman can vouch for me on that one *flexes*

*I can’t remember how he got them.
*Probably not.