The 5 freeway was thankfully empty, and parking was easy. When I arrived at Dodger Stadium yesterday, the sun was headed down on the ecliptic and a slight breeze was blowing: perfect baseball weather. We made our way down into the clubhouse, where we promptly saw Alyssa Milano (a true blue fan!) and Larry King. We gorged ourselves on Dodger Dogs and Cracker Jack, then settled into our seats for the game. After a few innings of 0-0, we were ready to go back in and eat some more brisket, but thankfully the game picked up from there. In the end, and despite Pierre’s best efforts, we lost 5-2. Hey, at least I got a giant inflatable catcher’s mitt.
The fireworks were what you expected them to be: if you need a visual, check out the front page of today’s Times.
Leaving was the worst part. Then again, it always is.