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Saturday's game at the Coliseum, but went to the other two Boston/L.A. games over the weekend, and I waited until now before posting. I'm sorry if you were waiting patiently. Friday's game will be its own post, followed by a separate (probably shorter) post about Sunday's game. A report on Monday's Opening Day game for the Dodgers (against the Giants, a game I will also attend) will be another separate post. Hope you can handle it, folks. We're about to get heavy with the posting around these parts.
People, I'm not gonna lie to you. There were some problems at Dodger Stadium on Friday night. And I was not pleased.
I arrived at the stadium at about 6 pm, assuming that, like always, the gates would have opened two hours prior to game time. Game time was 7:40, and people were allowed in to park at around 5:40, but the gates to the field were not open when I walked up with the crowd. In fact, they did not open until around 6:10, 90 minutes before game time. This is the first of many, many problems I had at this game.
I had field level seats, which meant I was allowed in the gate I crowded around. Normally, though, prior to the game, anyone can enter at field level in order to watch batting practice. The people in front of me, who had upper deck seats, were denied, however, and told that batting practice was already over. I went in, sat down at my seat, and proceeded to watch the Red Sox take batting practice for at least the next 20 minutes. Then an announcement came over the loudspeaker, asking fans who did not have field level seats to vacate the field. Funny, since none of them had been allowed there to begin with.
Another apparent change at the ballpark, also involving mistreatment of fans, is the inability of the average fan to access the field. Just like with batting practice, fans of all classes are usually allowed to get close to the field to take pictures, get autographs, whatever. Not on Friday, though. There were ushers stationed at the entrance to every baseline seat (the first eight rows or so along the baseline, which are tickets that sell for $200 each), telling people that they could go no further. So, those who received autographs either had to crowd into the corners by each foul pole (and I didn't see anyone signing down there), or pay $200 for a seat. The rich get richer, huh? I'm not sure I understand the change in policy, except that it just appears to be another way that Dodger executives are attempting to shut out the everyday fan. Not a wise move, guys.
Let's talk some of the changes that occurred during the offseason at Dodger Stadium. First up, there were new options for dining, as well as new, nicer locations at which to purchase your food. The concourses at field level were also wider, which I guess is just supposed to make everything feel less crowded (which it might do, but it's hard to tell when the stadium is only half full). The improvements to the concessions areas were appreciated, and I could even still smell fresh paint as I walked toward my seat. I also noticed the new lights, but from what I hear, most of the money in the renovations was spent in redoing the luxury boxes. It's likely that I will never see those changes, but it's nice of the Dodgers to take care of the people who really matter to the team, right?
If I seem bitter, it's because I am. Things just went from bad to worse when I settled into my seat, and then decided to go and have a Dodger Dog. I'm sure you can imagine that I had been craving one all winter, and all day on Friday I was certain that I would die if I didn't get one in my body ASAP. I purposely didn't eat much all day, mostly because I made the mistake of checking the
nutritional value of the Dodger Dog, and realized that if I didn't want to gain a pound that day, I should lay off all other food.
Turns out that I would have to wait even longer once I got to the stadium. Why, you ask? Well, because apparently the influx of thousands of people at game time was a big shocker to the Dodger Stadium staff. When I walked up to the window, probably less than an hour before the game was to begin, they had no Dodger Dogs. I was shocked, as were many around me. Then I learned that they did have Dodger Dogs, but just no buns. Oh, well, that's better, right? I was incredibly hungry at this point, and so I was forced to order and eat nachos, thus ensuring that I would spend the weekend retaining water, thanks to the sodium content of the food I would be eating.
I sat down for a while, and then just before the game, I went back to the window to find out if there were Dogs available. There were. I was second in line, but it took about 20 minutes to get my food. This is because, though they weren't making any announcements about this, the concessions staff had learned that only one of their six computers was accepting credit cards. In the line to my left, one guy waited for fifteen minutes only to get up there and find out they weren't accepting his debit card. But then they decided that they would accept his card, and spent five minutes trying to relay his order from one station over to the one with the working computer.
Now, I've never been one to accuse Dodger Stadium concessions staff of being efficient or speedy, but this was just getting ridiculous. The lady at my station literally just stood around for ten minutes after the guy in front of me ordered, and she gave no indication as to just what the heck it was we were waiting for. Seriously, that picture is exactly what I spent altogether too long looking at, all while just attempting to give this team more of my money. Hence the reason I had plenty of time to make sure I composed the perfect shot of a Dodger Stadium employee doing what they seem to do best.
I finally, finally got my Dodger Dog. Now, here's what you need to know if you've never been to Dodger Stadium. Dodger Dogs are always piping hot. They hand them to you, and sometimes you suffer third degree burns in the transfer. But that's okay, because you're in love, and you don't feel pain when you're in love. You bobble the package between your two hands, trying not to let it rest in one place too long, and you head to the condiments area to load up on whatever you'd like to accompany that heavenly goodness.
There were two things preventing that scenario from occurring on Friday night. One, the Dodger Dog that I had, by this time, waited about an hour to receive, was not hot. It was barely lukewarm. I told someone at the stand about this, and she essentially shrugged. What was I going to do? I knew none of them were going to be hotter than the one I had, so I took my Dog and headed over to get some ketchup and relish (yes, that's what I eat on my Dodger Dogs, so deal with it). And here, if you can believe it, I ran into another problem. In years past, when you wanted relish and/or onions, you used a little ladle and dipped into a vat filled with either of those two condiments. Perhaps not the most sanitary, but it got the job done. Ketchup and mustard were a little annoying, because you had to hold down some button that didn't start pouring right away, and when it did, it poured out a ton of those items.
A ton. So you had to try and perfect exactly how long to hold the button, and then let go, praying the whole time.
The ketchup and mustard now just come out of nozzles that are much easier to control. That's an improvement. But for the relish and onions, there's a new contraption, which I'm sure exists in other locations, and maybe I've even seen it, but that didn't make it easy for me to use. I'm not a moron, but I tend to follow directions pretty explicitly, particularly when they're clearly written on the device that I am about to use. So, the idea was to turn a wheel on one side of this box, and the relish would come out the other side. The problem? On the first one I tried, the directions were backward. So, I reached up my hand to try to turn one side (without paying attention to the wheel on the other side, I guess), and came away with a hand sticky with relish. Besides that, my hands were already dirty just from the ambience of the stadium, so anyone else who came up to get relish afterward would also be getting whatever I just left behind from my hands.
No matter, though, because when I realized my mistake and tried to do it the correct way, I found the relish dispenser to be empty. Same thing on the next one down (ten feet away). And the next one. In fact, it wasn't until the fourth one I tried that I was able to find relish, which then proceeded to come out in tablespoon sized dollops that I had to try and spread with my aforementioned filthy fingers. Anyone think I should call the phone number listed on that picture and inform them of their insane mistake? I don't even know how they did it. The whole thing seems to be one big sticker. The "turn it here" and the "get it here" are not separate (I checked), so how exactly did the whole thing wind up backwards? It's a mystery for the ages, I tell you.
These may seem like minor issues, but they weren't to me. And I don't know how a stadium whose sole purpose is to make money from the fans can find such a unique way to not take that money. How could there be no Dodger Dogs? How is that possible? Yes, I know this is the first game of the season at the Stadium. I don't care. You knew we were coming, and you had quite a few months to prepare, if I'm doing the math correctly here. The basic staple at this place is the Dodger Dog. It's historical. It goes back quite a while, and it's what people want when they get there. So give it to them. It's simple. You grill them, you deliver them, and we hand over $5 for the 36% of our daily recommended value of sodium.
The team is already gouging us for parking ($15, which is up roughly 100% since Frank McCourt purchased the team), and ticket prices went up enough that, according to the season ticket holders in front of me on Friday, plenty of their friends decided they could no longer afford their own seats. And so they left. There was apparently no incentive large enough to keep them around. I want to point you to a post at
Sons of Steve Garvey, which is all about the blind eye the Dodgers' franchise seems to turn to its more common (read: not so rich) fans. This is more than likely a problem that's happening throughout baseball, but that doesn't mean I have to take it lying down from my own team. I love the Dodgers. I love Dodger Stadium. But I'm not interested in getting jerked around and then forking over money for the privilege. As SoSG points out, this is already a Lakers town, not a Dodgers town, and if the Dodgers aren't careful, it will be harder and harder for them to continue to set attendance records in the league. Just give us a little bit of respect. And some relish. That's all we ask.
That said, I enjoyed watching the game. There were plenty of Red Sox fans in attendance, and I was surprised to find that the stadium was only (maybe) halfway full. I'm sure they sold more tickets, but those people definitely didn't show up to the game. It was just cool to get to see my two teams playing each other, and though I was dressed in Red Sox gear, I will admit that I spent plenty of time clapping for the Dodgers, before stopping myself when I realized that someone might think I was an idiot who didn't understand the game. >But, Jack Cobra was probably right in his comment on my last post, when he said I could cheer for both teams in spring training. A woman in front of me had no qualms about it-- she was wearing a Dodgers' hat and a Red Sox sweatshirt. I should have done that, but I didn't want to do it on Sunday, because my brother came with me, and he's die hard enough to give me a lot of crap for a move like that, even in a spring training game.
The Red Sox lost the game, but that didn't really matter. Billingsley was especially impressive for the Dodgers, and Colon did very well for the Sox (he was sent down to Triple-A after the game, but I think we should expect him back sometime soon, which might not be such a bad thing), so both fans inside of me enjoyed seeing that.
Oh, and hey, guess what? On Sunday, Torre told Pierre that Ethier will be the starting left fielder for your Los Angeles Dodgers this season. I don't think I need to tell you how excited I am about that. More on Pierre in the next post, because he made a truly awesome (read: boneheaded) move during Sunday's game, and I can't wait to break it down for you. Yes, I will beat the man while he's down. Try and stop me. I'm sorry to say that this means the Pierre-o-Meter is, hopefully, retired. I couldn't be more happy, even though I loved that little invention of mine.
And look, it's Joe Torre's first appearance at Dodger Stadium, as he read the Rules of Conduct for the fans. This little moment got a huge cheer, which is nice to see. People are excited about this man coming to town. Let's see what he can do to help us this year.
COMMENTS:
AUTHOR: Jack Cobra
DATE: 03/31/2008 02:46:27 PM
This is some great blogging, as usual.
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AUTHOR: Another Bostonian in LA
DATE: 03/31/2008 04:21:38 PM
Customer service at Dodger Stadium gets worse and worse every year.
I was at Friday night's game, too. My experience with the concessions was, they let people form a big line, and there was a woman even standing at the register, but they went 10 minutes before informing everyone the register was closed. Which meant the other two lines became gargantuan.
Then there was no garlic on the garlic fries. $6.75 for garlic fries, and no garlic. You would have thought the would have gotten the hint when everyone kept sending their fries back to get actual garlic on them, but no dice. Oh, and god forbid they provide utensils for their garlic fries.
Also, the woman who took my beer order charged me for a $10 large beer when I ordered an $8 regular, then gave me an attitude about it even though she was the one who screwed up.
Last year, I went to a game in April. Went to the reserve section to get tickets. They insisted there were no tickets available for less than $50. Much more than I wanted to pay, but I had already plunked down $15 for parking. So I got the ticket ... and not only was it an obstructed view seat, but there were thousands of $20 reserve seats empty, the ones that were supposedly sold out.
That was the last Dodgers game I went to last year. Now I just go to Petco now when I want to see baseball, nicer ballpark, nicer city, cheaper seats, and even with the cost of gas it comes out to a slightly less expensive experience than a Dodgers game. And you don't get the bad service or the lousy attitudes. Now that the Sox are gone I think I'll go back to SD.
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AUTHOR: Go Halos
DATE: 03/31/2008 06:00:00 PM
I was born and raised a Dodger fan - mother was from Brooklyn and moved to California the year before the Dodgers. After the O'Malley's sold the team, it's been all downhill. I don't even bother any more unless someone offers up free tickets. After they told us we couldn't tailgate anymore and you had to hide in your car to drink a beer before the game (oh, and trading Piazza), it was all over for me, which made me sad, since I was born and bred Dodger Blue.
That said, the Angels are currently accepting old Dodger fans. Better team, better baseball experience all around. You can tailgate, grill, it's easy to get in and out of the parking lot...come on down to the OC!
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AUTHOR: YoDep
DATE: 03/31/2008 06:39:09 PM
Sorry to gripe with your blog...but seriously- a bo sox and a doyers fan? come on man. Way to hedge your bets. Are you a big Celtics/Laker fan too?
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AUTHOR: Erin
DATE: 03/31/2008 08:45:13 PM
I am both glad and sad to hear that I was not alone in the bad experience at the ballpark.
As for why I choose to root for these particular teams, well, I was born and raised a Red Sox fan. And now I've lived in Los Angeles for six years. Seemed like some pretty obvious choices to me. And since the Dodgers aren't exactly perennial playoff favorites (neither were the Red Sox just a few short years ago either, I'll remind you), I don't appreciate the implication that I'm a fairweather fan. But, hey, whatever.
And no, I'm not a fan of the Celtics or the Lakers. In fact, I hate the Lakers with an unholy passion. But that's because I'm a Spurs fan. And I'm sure you have a gripe with that, too.
Oh, and sorry, but I will never, ever be an Angels' fan.
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AUTHOR: clh
DATE: 04/01/2008 12:59:48 AM
Maybe you should had taken 33 seconds to find out what time the ballpark opens?
http://losangeles.dodgers.mlb.com/la/ballpark/batting.jspThis schedule has been in place for many years.
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AUTHOR: Erin
DATE: 04/01/2008 09:35:20 AM
First, I have seen that schedule, and it's new this year because this is the first year there are center field gates that they're allowing fans to enter. So, the "many years" argument is invalid.
Perhaps the gates have always opened at 6:10 on Friday night. I went to around 20 games last year, many on Friday night, and I don't recall ever having to wait like that. In fact, many of the fans around me were surprised as well.
All that said, it's interesting that you pounce upon the part of the post that took up about four lines of a very long post. What time I got into the ballpark was the least of my concerns. It's what happened after I got in that was of issue.
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AUTHOR: LivinLaVidaLA
DATE: 04/07/2008 05:32:54 PM
I went for the home opener and they had everything working properly. Hopefully they keep up with it.
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AUTHOR: clh
DATE: 04/11/2008 06:34:39 PM
You've confused the issue Erin. While the center field option is indeed a new thing this year, the schedule for every gate (including the one you were whinging about) is EXACTLY the same as it's been for years. So your dismissal of my "many years" argument is what is in fact invalid.
As far as "pouncing" goes, the launching point of your argument is something you were incorrect about. If one wants to be taken seriously as having a legitimate, analytical gripe, then one must have a sound basis. You did not and thus it weakened the rest of your rant and this needed to be called out.
All the best with the blog.
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AUTHOR: Erin
DATE: 04/11/2008 06:41:14 PM
I suppose you're right. I was wrong about the gate time, which means that the sticker on the relish wasn't really backward, there weren't any issues with getting Dodger Dogs, and the concessions employees were all speedy and efficient.
The gate time wasn't really a "launching point" in the sense that you're using it, since every other complaint had nothing to do with what time I got through the doors. Some people would just call this the first thing on a list, and realize that being wrong about it doesn't necessarily imply that everything else in the entire piece is therefore invalid.
Yes, I got the gate time wrong. Sorry about that. I wasn't the only one. But the rest of my post is hardly "weakened" by this fact, unless there's proof that I was wrong about anything else. Give me a break. This is why I love the Internet. People will find any excuse to go out of their way to complain about something.
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