But that's not why I came here. Why I came here tonight was to share this: There are many places in the world that make me happy. But really, very few things can please me as simply & elegantly as walking onto the reserve level deck at Chavez Ravine, 3rd base side, at night. As you walk though the darkened tunnel, basking in the sounds of a game in progress, it floats into view: an emerald island bathed in floodlights. Small figures dot the positions. A crack of the bat, and the cheers go up...
And everything- everything -trying, frustrating & bad from the day slips away for the moment. All there is now, is this artifice, this sport, and my team. My team. Hated, loved, but assuredly as LA as my 213 phone number. The Dodgers.
-F
2 comments:
With the exception of every reference to the Doghairs and Chavez Latrine, you hit the nail on the head ... or the bat on the ball, I guess.
Just noted that you arrived after the game already started, yet the seats are so empty... hmmm ... don't know if that occurs at the another California-based National League team north of Chavez Latrine.
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