think blue.















It's been years, and I do mean y.e.a.r.s.
I'm an internet junkie, I feel all of life's problems can be solved from nucelear pollution to gingerbread substitutions online. Especially value. So when $5 tickets to a Dodger game came across my scream (a whopping $1 cheaper than the 'cheap seats'), I jumped. I enlisted my sister and her Kenyan boyfriend to make me a third wheel.

Professional baseball games make me go ahhhhh inside ( in a refreshing way, not jumping off a building way). The grass, the crowds, the pride; love it. It's the only time in my life I minutely covet a professional sports jersey. Somehow people might thing I had been to a game in the last 5 years had I the $56.99 to bust out a hoodie.

Don't love the $8 beer though, I will never complain again. And it's the only place in the world I justify eating hot dogs, er, Dodger Dogs. My mom instilled in us since we were young children that hot dogs were the devil, in fact, so unhealthy that we were required to eat a vitamin with every hot dog consumed. I know, I know. It's not even that I like them, but moreso the mystery and danger about eating them, yes, danger.

Needless to say, I missed the games of my youth. We were so high up that fly balls weren't an option. Aparently, they no longer give free gifts away to kids. (We had a STASH of free Dodger gear growing up thanks to 4 kids and free kid's gift night.) Gone were free dogs and shared XL coke via pops, unpiling from the station wagon, and general rediculous acts to get onto the coveted jumbotron. Something changes, we lose the air of excitment, mystery, and hope somewhere between 8 and 24. And till I figure out how to recapture it, cheers...