MLB takeover of Dodgers something all fans should savor
Maybe you’ve had this experience: You buy that first home; you lovingly tend the roses; take care of the lawn; keep up the paint. When the family outgrows it, you sell. A few years pass. You start feeli Swarovski Jewelry ng nostalgic. You pack up the family. Drive by the old place. The roses are gone. The lawn is covered in weeds. That off white exterior paint you spent hours choosing at Home Depot is now covered with a garish and peeling baby blue. The eaves haven’t been painted since before you sold. You sigh. Shake your head and drive on, wondering why some people just don’t care for what they have. Or maybe you’ve lived near a guy going through a mid life crisis. He dumps the wife, grows his hair and takes every penny of equity out of the joint to buy a Ferarri. Suddenly you notice cars and motorcycles coming and going at all times of the night. Before long your neighbor’s mid life crisis has transformed into a full blown after hours party replete with tattooed hangers on who use your front lawn for a urinal and the street as a trash can. Take either one of those guys and you’ve got Dodgers soon to be former owner Frank McCourt. At least that’s the impression I have after a visit to Dodger Stadium on Tuesday night Swarovski Jewelry , where $80 got me and Rachel a couple of seats in the Right Field “All You Can Eat” Pavilion. Dodger Stadium. I can’t believe I’m on the field.” Pristine. Beautiful. Unspoiled. There was the spot where a hobbled Kirk Gibson hit a ninth inning home run in Game One of the 1988 World Series. Here’s the mound where Fernando mania took hold. Just yards away is the outfield where Rick Monday saved the American flag. Up in the stands on the first base line I could see where I sat when I took m Swarovski Jewelry y then toddler son Alex to his first pro game not knowing he would become a lifelong baseball fan. All of it the hallowed ground tread by the likes of Sandy Koufax, Don Drysdale, Vin Scully and Tommy Lasorda. Don’t get me wrong. The shell of Dodger Stadium was still there Tuesday. But in the McCourt era, it has become Swarovski Jewelry devoid of its sacred standing as ball park. It has become a crass sand castle devoted to base commercialism of the worst sort. Concurrently, the team is no longer one of baseball’s storied franchises. It’s just another collection of nameless bums collecting major league paychecks before getting out of the league or heading to the Yankees. Yes, it was safe. (Unless you were somehow standing between the ticket line and the buffet line, where 200 and 300 pounders piled cold Dodger Dogs and bags of peanuts onto cardboard trays.) But there was nothing magical, redeeming or wholesome. Nothing to savor. Thank God Major League Baseball stepped in Wednesday afternoon and (in the legal equivalent of Gibson’s homer) told McCourt “Enough’s enough.” Maybe now the real thing will once again be our Dodgers on the field not the Coca Cola ad on the Jumbotron. Frank Girardot is the editor of the Pasadena Star News and senior metro editor for the San Gabriel Valley Newspaper Group. You can reach him via telephone at 626 962 8811, ext.